The gimmick here is relatively simple: Two writers watch a film together, and then each composes a short piece of fiction in response to the movie. The two short stories are published here, along with the name of the film that inspired them.
The stories are brief, ranging from a couple of paragraphs to maybe four pages at the longest. Most are one or two pages in length. As such, they are really flash fiction, sketches and setups, not full length narratives. Given that one of the two writers is a poet by trade, perhaps that is not surprising. The tales offer mood and style over character and plot.
There are thematic threads throughout. Many of the tales involve dysfunctional families, or take place in small, working class suburbs or rural towns. The protagonists are frequently Gen X kids, trying to make sense of the 1980's, Reaganomics, the Cold War, video games, relationships, and more. I found it interesting that sometimes the two stories inspired by the same film were quite similar, whereas other times the stories couldn't have been more different.
I expected to like this book more, in part because I am a movie buff, and in part because I too am a Gen X'er, who grew up in a middle-class Oregon suburb in the 1980's. I thought that I would have a lot in common with the authors and their little experiment (McGriff is from Oregon too). Nonetheless, I found that the collection really didn't leave a lasting impression on me. Fleeting fragments of beautiful writing, and the evocation of bittersweet moments, vaguely related to a film I may or may not know all added to a sense of this as being an incomplete experience. I felt as though I had consumed a series of appetizers but never saw the entree.
It's possible that if I knew more of the movies (or had watched them in preparation for the book), I might have had a different experience. I have seen maybe 25% of the films referenced here, and am broadly familiar with another 30 or 40% of them. The remaining third were complete unknowns. But maybe deeper knowledge of the movies isn't the point. This collection feels like a personal project for the authors - a private correspondence between the two men, or an in-joke that the rest of us don't quite get. Whatever it is, I found myself standing on the outside, looking in.
This isn't a bad book. It's just very unusual, and hard to fully endorse or recommend.