The theory was: A slap, robbed of its violating context, is more intimate than a kiss.
My theory, as it turned out, was right, which was fun, and gratifying. But intellectual gratification is, to me, secondary to the visceral feeling that came from hitting, being hit, and better yet, watching everybody hit each other. I saw the strangest mutations of intimacy, and trust, in that empty void.
by Screenwriter Max Landis
