I could not finish watching Tiny Furniture. I may try again, but watching a lazy girl with unwashed hair wander around her TriBeCa apartment in her underwear, feeling ignored was just not compelling enough for me to get past the scene where she shows her dead hamster to a date, not realising that the hamster is dead. I may have been interested in continuing to watch it if there had been at least one actor in the film who managed not to sound like they were reading their lines off a cue card.
/rant over
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