Kevin Grady

Outgoing 13-year-old Sydney is on the fast track to growing up, despite the goodhearted efforts of her protective father, Max. As Sydney attempts to spread her wings and make more decisions for herself, Max does everything he can to rein her in and keep her his little girl. But in so doing, his mother, Judy, is reminded of his own antics at Sydney's age, and the parallels -- illustrated by comical flashback sequences starring a young Max -- are both amusing and enlightening.

The best bar in San Diego is an unlicensed, makeshift bar nestled in Abby's backyard. There are rules at Abby's: no cell phones, not even to "look something up," earning a seat at the bar takes time, and losing a challenge means drinking a limey, sugary "not-beer" drink.

A couple hires a live-in nanny to watch the offspring while they work. At first, everything goes perfectly, but when an unsafe incident means the parents no longer want the nanny around, they find out this nanny is savvy at not being evicted from her live-in situation. So savvy, in fact, that she can make these parents' lives a true nightmare.

In a world where the highest status symbol is an udder installed on your wall, the ultimate question is: would you f*** the Wall Udder?

An imprisoned artist struggles to create a portrait that will satisfy his patron. At the end of a fateful day, in the face of despair, the artist resolves to take a bold new approach to his work.

A troubled young woman tests out a new app that lets her control when and how she feels emotions. (DUST)

Outgoing 13-year-old Sydney is on the fast track to growing up, despite the goodhearted efforts of her protective father, Max. As Sydney attempts to spread her wings and make more decisions for herself, Max does everything he can to rein her in and keep her his little girl. But in so doing, his mother, Judy, is reminded of his own antics at Sydney's age, and the parallels -- illustrated by comical flashback sequences starring a young Max -- are both amusing and enlightening.

The best bar in San Diego is an unlicensed, makeshift bar nestled in Abby's backyard. There are rules at Abby's: no cell phones, not even to "look something up," earning a seat at the bar takes time, and losing a challenge means drinking a limey, sugary "not-beer" drink.