I went to see Tiny Furniture last weekend, which is starring, written and directed by twenty-four year old Lena Dunham.
It’s a movie about a girl who has recently graduated from college with a (useless) degree in Film Theory and the motivation of a particularly exhausted sloth. She moves back in with her wealthy photographer mother and sister in their Tribeca loft and divides her time equally between sleeping, throwing tantrums, and attempting to sort out her life. Basically, it’s a movie that is relatable to a very specific demographic - namely, mine. What the hell is a person supposed to do after college anyway? How does she meet boys? How does she earn money? How does she wean herself away from her mom’s comfy bed?
I really liked Tiny Furniture. It’s dry and funny and topical in a way that feels real rather than forced. It speaks to a generation of children who don’t know how to be adults. We, the pseudo-adults, went to college for something fun. We worked hard, logging hours in the library, but not at Real Jobs. We are intellectually over-qualified for the lives we are capable of living. We are accustomed to sleeping in and talking it out. We are interested in getting laid, and making meaningful creative works.
Here is a meaningful creative work. If any of this sounds familiar, go see it.