Based on her own post-college experience, Lena Dunham’s new film Tiny Furniture is proof that life — even a virtually-unemployable year-long slump — really is art. Or, at least, it makes for some good material.
Winner of South By Southwest’s Narrative Feature Award, Tiny Furniture follows Aura (Dunham), a recent Ohio college grad who’s just moved back into her family’s TriBeCa loft. Her arrival is met with the disinterest of her mother (Laurie Simmons) — who seems more invested in her work than Aura’s return — and sister (Grace Dunham), who asks, “How long are you going to be staying in our house?”
But the situation’s only temporary — you know, just until things pick up. Or, at least, that’s the plan. Aura’s just been dumped by a long-term boyfriend who’s left to “build a shrine to his ancestors;” neglected by family and with friends nearly all gone, one of her few comforts is the following she’s drummed up (400 views and counting) from her YouTube videos of a chubby girl stripping in a fountain. She is the chubby girl.
Re-friended by a childhood playmate she has avoided for the past few years, Aura is subject to the egging-on of the frivolous and fabulous Charlotte (Jemima Kirke). She also hosts a love interest-cum-apartment leach (Alex Karpovsky) and grapples with the hot-and-cold advances of a very hot sous chef (David Call) — sometimes seeming to be at the mercy of the bullying personalities around her.