It’s an American indie drama film and I’m almost sure I watched it in the time from 2015 to 2017, and I’m quite sure it was released around that time too, or at least within a few years of it. The cast aren’t well known but they act with complete realism.
The couple are in their thirties. They both have dark hair, hers long and his short and not smoothed down. She’s white and he looks Spanish, and has small dimples.
The movie begins and ends with a shot of a realistic, person-sized cumulonimbus cloud floating in the middle of their living room, possibly a symbol for atmospheric instability, with a voiceover of the couple talking to each other about their relationship, how they love each other and how they’ve hurt each other.
There’s a scene of them having sex which has a warm light and is filmed entirely with a close-up of their faces as they kiss.
There’s a scene in which they’ve met outside someone’s house. It’s sunny, there aren’t people around, he’s wearing a jeans jacket and they have an argument about their affairs.
There’s a scene in their house when they’ve been arguing and they’re standing in front of each other, and she slaps him in the face, then he slaps her, and they go back and forth a few times. It’s not in the sense that they would continue if the other stopped, just each slap as a response to the other’s. It’s not vindictive or typically aggressive, rather their desperation to let each other know how much they’ve been hurt.
The film is set in a progressive part of America, they have standard American accents, it’s warm and their house has Spanish architecture, with arched interior doorways and pastel colours.
The two people the couple are respectively cheating with are peripheral, a refusal of the film to be distracted by guilty excitement. Instead its resources are the interiors of the couple, which have become as equally damaging as they are damaged. One understands that the kind of pain they take from each other could only be sustained by a proportional love.