The break up film

It's ironic that I first came upon the idea of The Break Up Film during my last relationship. Now that I've, ahem, broken up, it seems appropriate that I drag that idea (kicking and screaming) from the nether regions of the closet. It's a project that is near and uh, not so much dear as piercing to my heart. Perhaps you can be of some assistance.

The Pitch

We all know that breaking up is a painful process: our hearts are torn, our emotions a mess, and our lives suddenly void of meaning. After the immediate shock and the logistics of the parting, there are still the smaller issues to contend with: what to do with all the detritus of the relationship?

The Break Up Film invites people to tell the stories of these more tangible objects. Whether or not it's burning birth control pills in a beach bonfire, painstakingly labeling each artifact as if for museum curation, or consuming all existing love letters after tearing them into bite-sized pieces, we have all devised rituals to bury the pain of the relationship. There are the wreckers, the returners, the hoarders, the desperate-to-hang-on-ers, and the ones who simply walk away like a snake shedding it's skin.