Self-indulgent angst for highly articulate and unemployable Liberal Arts grads, please. It's like a dry-run for all future Baumbach's explorations on the ennui (of becoming a not-accomplished-enough grown-up): "Eight hours ago I was Max Belmont, English major, college senior. Now I’m Max Belmont who does nothing".
Loved the concept, style, mood, etc., and did really enjoy the overall film. However, for a film so centred on dialogue, too much of it feels unoriginal and falls flat for it to be classed as "great". Sometimes tries to be too smart for its own good. That said a lot of the dialogue is great, and perhaps I'm being harsh.
I have always been interested in seeing Noah Baumbach's first film and glad I finally did. Lots of what makes Baumbach great is clearly visible from this. Wonderful dialogue, the sense of milieu, characters adapting to transitions. Visually, there is nothing to write home about but the actors mostly sell Baumbach's specific cadence and style. Besides a nice highlight to Baumach's oeuvre, there's little else to see.
A movie I liked bc I'll take my Stillman knockoffs where I can get them and Eigeman and especially Parker Posey are great in it/completely elevate it. A movie I hate bc I hate men and the way that this particular man writes all of the women (and the teenage girl! whose wellbeing no one in the movie and no one writing the movie cares about!) for reasons it would take too long to fully articulate here.