Below is the trailer for Lena Dunham’s mumblecore comedy, Tiny Furniture, which debuted at SXSW this year and, I believe, won the audience award. I have no idea why. It’s one of those navel-gazing upper-east side post-college artist-type entitled woman of wealthy-parents slacker movies, where the lead character just sort of bops around, takes a shitty job, sleeps with people, and says things that are meant to be droll. Basically, the kind of movie that would appeal to the very sorts of people who attend film festivals.
It really fucking got on my nerves. It has absolutely no soul or warmth; it’s just a 90-minute exercise in kvetching.