Review of Tiny Furniture (2010) by Conor B — 02 Feb 2013
It's hard to imagine anything worse than Lena Dunham right now, except, perhaps, for Lena Dunham's ego- which qualifies as its own person. Lena Dunham's only value in terms of entertainment is a time capsule like offering of a derivative generation that is so self-absorbed, they are truly in love with their lack of appeal and talent.
The self love affair is so strong, they can't possibly see why the majority of humans find them boring, uncute, and untalented.Uncute- the complete death sentence for Lena Dunham; because every ounce of her considerable mass squeezes and contorts itself through baby faces and bedroom eyes to convince the world that it is the subject of men's desires- a sexual dynamo.
This is accomplished through painful, nearly constipated preciousness on her part. Dunham's "art" is a rich girl's fantasy, with guillible faux-hipsters chiming in that she is representative of something special.
If Lena Dunham truly is the voice of her generation, then it is a generation that, en masse, should have been euthanized at birth. It allows for selfish, lazy puppy faces in place of actual characters or dialogue (read Judd Apatow), and lowers the standards of entertainment in general.
This review of Tiny Furniture (2010) was written by Conor B on 02 Feb 2013.
Tiny Furniture has generally received mixed reviews.
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