L.A. Times is a cultural slice of a particular modern reality that plays with a breadth of neuroticism and familiarity. “I think there are certain expectations when a woman makes a film…that it will sound or feel a certain way, and I tried to subvert some of those,” says Morgan, “As a result my film may feel atypical or unnatural to some people. And, to be honest, I’m perfectly fine with that.” Morgan does not make apologies for her flawed characters; in fact, that is the point of the film. The characters are human and they act that way: confused, overbearing, annoying, funny, misguided, and hurt. They make stupid mistakes for honest reasons, they fight with each other over seemingly small things, and they act from a place of fear and love just like real people. There is no grand finale at the end of this film, no big reveal magic profound lesson insight, and this is just right. What L.A. Times delivers is an exploration, a humorous journey through what it often looks like to forge ones’ way toward love in this messy life.