The prevailing image of Joe Swanberg’s second feature is a pasty-faced young man transfixed by a tiny screen — a cellphone, a laptop, a camcorder, what have you. Often, there’s an adorable young woman with the man, but he’s oblivious to her charms. Talky and mundane but equally fresh and fascinating, LOL won me over because it’s topical — our metathesizing gadgetry is usually taken for granted– but also because it proves that male pigheadedness is timeless. (It’s just getting better bandwidth.)

LOL. Joe Swanberg, 2006. ***