What ever happened to Generation X?
In the 90s, they were everywhere. The Next Big Thing. They had grunge and flannels and Doc Martens and they were going to redefine our culture… and then, they were just kind of subsumed. With 80 million Baby Boomers before them and almost as many “Millennials” after, the paltry 40 million Gen Xers were swallowed whole by the math. They were a generation that became a niche.
I wanted to tell a story about people adrift in that niche twenty years later — adults who found themselves pulled in opposite directions by the gravitational forces of the giants on either side of them.
Most of Gen X was drawn toward the Baby Boomer ethos that they grew up watching: they got jobs and went shopping. In short, they nested. They meticulously purchased home furnishings and appliances with the passion they had once reserved for collecting Nirvana bootlegs. They wore their Pixies t-shirts to Restoration Hardware and they said yes to saving 5% on their purchase if they’d only just sign up for a credit card today. What could possibly go wrong?
And then there was this other faction for whom “nesting” felt more like “selling out.” They saw so many of their generation turning into evil James Spader in a John Hughes movie, they reflexively accessed their inner John Cusack. Unfortunately, they soon discovered that real-life relationships took a lot more than a single romantic gesture involving a boom box and a Peter Gabriel song, and that kickboxing was most certainly not the sport of the future.
I wondered if there was some happy medium — if we could be happy nesting in a world where the nests were smaller and not so well appointed. I wondered if real people could be happy living in the niche.
I also wanted to make the kind of movie I like to see. I’m a big fan of Cameron Crowe and John Hughes. I like like-able, accessible characters, and I wanted to make a film free from cynicism, and with a lot of heart. I also wanted to see if a high-concept, studio-style movie could be made inside the confines (and freedoms) of independent filmmaking.
Basically, NESTING is an independent film that doesn’t know it’s an independent film.
We made the picture with what they used to call moxie. Turns out moxie is Latin for “without money.” But we had a lot of fun, and everyone generously gave of their time and talents. I think at some level that comes across on screen.