Tiny Furniture, 2010
I love this movie. I've been yearning for a story like this since high school, when I sensed narrative abyss where a girl's point of view should be. Enough Holden-fucking-Caulfield and coming-of-age stories where the females were pretty and flat or not pretty and irrelevant.
Lena Dunham is a brave filmmaker and storyteller. I'm charmed by her vulnerability, as I'm sure many of the critics were.
Also, I love a lady who isn't wasting a lot of time trying to be pretty in public. She's not stick thin, and she's not apologizing for it. I wish it didn't seem so revolutionary or progressive when an actress has cellulite and voluntarily--intentionally--doesn't hide it in a film; but it is. Even better, Dunham doesn't make it political or activisty, she's just herself.
This movie has made it onto my list.
10/10, passes the Blechdel test, 0/10 for dudiness
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