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In a word: ironic
Movie Pieces Rating: 2.5/5
It’s another romantic movie for people who sneer at romantic movies. If you liked Frances Ha! you’ll like this. Unfortunately, I didn’t. And I didn’t.
Hipsters are tiresome. Wherever they’re from (New York City in this case) and whichever form they take, this is A Fact. Even more so, perhaps, when they’re in their down-on-their-luck, sad sap guise: hopeless at life, wide-eyed like a child (at 30), ditzy and ever-so-slightly clumsy…”I’m not cool at all. Honest…”. But their quirky street art collection, their quirky hair styles, their quirky clumpy shoes, their quirky home lives and their friends with studiedly alternative lifestyles make them all too easy to spot. So if you like guerilla knitting, handlebar moustaches and skiffle this is likely to be your jam.
Donna Stern, comedienne by night and bookseller by day is a slightly more together version of Frances. After an awkward break up she has a one night stand and *shock, horror * finds herself pregnant. So, what to do when you’re a liberated woman who hasn’t learnt control over your birth control? What she does next takes up the rest of the film. Spoiler alert; there’s a lot of mooching, moaning, quasi-feminist deliberation and a fair bit of faffing. But Donna’s quite sweet and Max, the guy who knocks her up, is really very decent. And there’s some sort of narrative progression towards the end – which is more than you get in most mumblecore movies.
If he was real (and I knew him), I’d tell poor Max (the sweet, kind guy who’s walked into this Brooklyn-set drama) to run as far and as fast as he can and find himself a woman who appreciates a nice man. Donna will dump poor Max as soon as the first beardy guy who plays the accordion / sitar / triangle comes along. She won’t be able to help herself. It’s the (hipster) law of nature.
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