...what happens now?

Last night, I had the pleasure of seeing Tiny Furniture, a film about the post-graduation abyss that we all suffer through. I had met the writer/actor/director Lena Dunham earlier this year at a women in filmaking conference and after hearing that her film won the best narrative feature award at SXSW, I knew I had to watch it during it's New York Premiere. I'm glad that I did. It's a charming tale about a post-grad, Aura, who returns home to NYC to live with her uuber-successful artist mother and her talented younger sister. She has a useless degree in film theory and is struggling to figure out what her next step is. While in the process of "handling it", she is reunited with her past and wondering whether college really made her into a different person. Her love life sucks after being dumped by her feminist boyfriend who decided that living on a farm is more exciting than moving in with his girlfriend. Her other love prospects include a deadbeat youtube artist who "is really famous on the internet" and a sous-chef who is in desperate need for a xanax. The film is witty and has a charming sense of humour that is ensures that you aren't laughing with the characters; you're laughing at them. Awkward situations reign supreme including a sex scene that takes place in a metal tube. My favorite character was Aura's childhood best friend Charlotte (played by Jemima Kirke) who is very posh with a faux-british accent and is longing for the innate connection that Aura shares with her family. The film is very intimate and features both pants-less scenes and stars her real-life mother and sister playing her family. I enjoyed and I recently discovered that IFC will be distributing the film. Congrats.