A girl roams through the city looking for a place to sleep. Along the way she meets young mothers who celebrate motherhood religiously, goes home with an abstinent existentialist for whom sex is “just another market”, and waits for the end of capitalism in a drag bar. Her attempt to write a book doesn’t make it beyond the first sentence of the second chapter, and she finds no space between art galleries, yoga studios and the beds of strangers. Instead of trying to fit in, she starts regarding her depression as a political issue.
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This movie was so-so. It had it's moments, but wasn't the greatest.
This is one of the few movies I've ever seen where the whole audience broke into spontaneous, loud applause a third of the way in.
All of these films share one commonality, that being a kind of emotional center that humanizes a cast of monsters.
While it is a pity that the story wasn't told with more visual finesse, this is trivial compared to our real-world problems. It takes a good movie to put that into perspective.