In a way Shapiro has made a modern movie about the flâneur, a 17th century philosophical figure... someone who explores the city on foot, musing on the mores of the time. By letting his characters walk, and talk, stop and sit on park benches, lean against a wall watching a transient make mischief or millennials flirt wantonly on back porches, Nobody Walks in L.A. shows us a side of L.A. that nobody has really seen—until now.