Every time I walk out of a movie with Greta Gerwig in it, such as Damsels in Distress, Greenberg, and especially Arthur, I think, "You know what would have made that movie better? More Greta Gerwig." No matter how much I see of her shining blonde mane and pleading hazel eyes, I inherently know that every movie would get at least a half star more if it gave her more to do. She's one of my favorite actresses that I haven't seen enough of. As it turns out, even when she's starring in pretty much every scene of Lola Versus, I still think it could have been another 15 minutes longer. I guess I am officially a super fan. Or a stalker. It's just semantics anyway.
I am predispositioned to enjoy this movie, because of the super fan factor, but also because it's a story about a 29-year-old woman who gets dumped by her fiancee and proceeds to be a charming mess for 75 more minutes--we've all been there, in one way or the other. So the entire movie was a chance for me to feel validated in my own Neurotic Moments in Grae History, plus get some GG time in. The thing that separates it from any other movie about breakups and romantic mistakes is some sharp dialogue and cute, bumbling characters who buy wallpaper made to look vintage but is really just an overpriced reprint they bought on Etsy.
Speaking of Etsy, the movie also made me hyper-aware that the things that are part of my everyday habits are completely unoriginal and are now officially fodder for snarky screenwriters. Is this what getting old is like? Zoe Lister Jones plays Lola's best friend Alice, who perpetuates most of these crimes of disclosure against 29-ish year old women. Like Lola, she's also a neurotic mess, but all the time instead of just after a breakup, which makes her one of the best characters. She looks for "Best bars in a scary neighborhood" on Yelp.com (which I do), makes comments about washing her vagina (which I do, but not when the FCC can fine me), and gives inappropriate secret nicknames to men Lola meets in fish markets (which I do to people's faces). There set of the movie is full of ironic thrift store lamps, chic color-blocked costumes, and bands that sound like The Magnetic Fields, but you know, new. It's official. I'm an individual just like everyone else.
With all of this dangerous fantasy-mirroring-reality stuff going on, and since I am comfortable being with less-than-flattering portrayals of people like me, I burst out laughing at all the right moments and left feeling empowered. But for everyone outside of that demographic, I think you can appreciate less-than-perfect people who are just trying to do the best they can (while talking about washing their vaginas). The whole thing turns out like a nice like a cutesy 2012 nod to other movies that embodied the spirit of their generation, like Singles. Instead of flannel, there are wedding cakes with non-GMO rice milk.