Review of Tiny Furniture (2010) by Wesley Z — 19 Apr 2012

Ohhhh myyyy goddd this filmmmmmm!!!! I have so many thoughts about this film, it made me sooo uncomfortable. Okay, so I do not getting my hair cut for a number of reasons, but one of them is because I hate staring my face in the mirror for like 40 minutes straight.

I start becoming aware of the way I hold my face, and the zillion zits I have on my forehead, the irrregularity of my cheeks, all this stuff. That's how "Tiny Furniture" makes me feel. It has such a commitment to portraying the honest-of-goodness stuff of real life, its reality so, so close to my own, that it makes me feel horrible.

I go to movies for escapism and aspiration, to dream of being as pretty and graceful as Rachel McAdams or to meet a man as debonair as George Clooney. And for a while I can fool myself that this dream is obtainable.

But when someone is holding up a mirror to your life, albeit slightly distorted but close enough to REALLY resemble it, you realize what a horrible, wasteful, selfish lifestyle you lead and that there is no way you will ever amount of anything.

All the men are misogynistic, all the women are submissive and fat. And see, these words I'm typing sound like an exaggeration, but this is the truth we've all mentally blocked from our minds.

Lena Dunham is out with a vengeance to prove that this is 100% the case.