Oh, Mercy (2011)

As a winter storm makes its way up the east coast, everything is quiet at a fancy hotel in a small up-state New York suburb. A busboy goes about his late night jobs- drying silverware, taking out trash, mopping the bar. The only customer left, a drunken old professor, monologues-

…From a sociological perspective, really – what will be people say about us one hundred years from now? How will people look at the way we are living now? Will they say we were happy? Will they say we treated each other badly? And what will they say about the war? Will they remember people struggled and loved and betrayed each other? And what will the sky look like one hundred years from now? Will it look the same? …I wonder if they’ll still play the World Series one hundred years from now. Will talk radio still exist? And what will New York look like? And what will London like? And who will remember us, really? Only the scholars, the historians? …Will girls still be a mystery one hundred years from now? Will jazz still be around? Will karma?

Throughout the film the radio is always present, serving as a narrator, soundtrack and guide. Various folk groups, jazz bands, and voice actors will help create period-accurate radio broadcasts that will help the film achieve its feeling of time and place.

A while later Jake is found by his boss sitting in the stairwell, drinking the bottle of scotch that was supposed to be delivered with the room service. He’s fired and heads out into the town, holding onto the scotch, and, after a few minutes consideration, is on a bus south to New York City to face down the winter storm on the streets of Manhattan.