Oh man, what a joy this movie was to watch. Not only does it set up the mannerist candor that Wes Anderson continued and Noah Baumbach has attempted to make absolutely dull but it has also made me squirm in my seat and yearn to visit New York City once and for all. There was a lot here that reminded me of my first move from the Valley to Santa Monica to Brentwood having gone from a well-to-do kid to a on-the-street voyeur who almost accidentally wound up in every one of the most important parties in the city. Chance romances hinging on three week vacations and the fake embarrassment that comes up when you’re discovered to be ‘not one of the debs’. Whit Stillman’s film is so sophisticated in its words and implications but its low budget grit and whimsical actors suggests a street wise soul with a real chip on its shoulder.