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by Amy Taubin
April 13, 2012 9:02 AM
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Critic's Notebook: Amy Taubin on the 'Defiant Immodesty' of Lena Dunham's 'Girls'

'Girls' HBO

Modestly entertaining in its defiant immodesty, Lena Durham’s "Girls," a ten-part comedy series for HBO, nails the way that women -- make that "girls," no, make that white, upper-middle class, well-educated, and, as far as they know, heterosexual persons with vaginas -- talk about sex. The show does that one thing better than any commercial series television has, including its obvious model, "Sex and the City."

Dunham is the writer, director, co-producer, and star of "Girls" as she was of "Tiny Furniture," the feature that brought her distinct, highly marketable voice as a writer and performer to the attention of Judd Apatow, one of the show’s executive producers.  "Girls" is less irritating than the passive/aggressive "Tiny Furniture." It’s easier on the eye and the actors are comfortable enough with one another to make their characters’ shared history believable.

Welcome to 2012: job market non-existent; rents exorbitant; codes for sex, dating, commitment totally up for grabs.

If the series is groundbreaking television, it is not because it brings the expressive qualities of big-screen art movies to TV, as did "Twin Peaks" or, to lesser degree, "My So-Called Life" -– both coming-of-age sagas as is "Girls," albeit the protagonist, Hannah (Dunham), and her sidekicks are all approaching their twenty-fifth birthdays. (I suspect that they still will be coming-of-age when the series concludes after who knows how many seasons; for them, remaining in transit from adolescence to adulthood is preferable to being identified as women.)

Rather, "Girls" seems daring and new (at least for TV) because the dialogue is smarter, wittier, and more directly libidinous than in "Two Broke Girls" and the rash of female-centered sitcoms that use body parts as punch lines. It also depicts sexual encounters in a way that leaves no doubt about who is doing exactly what to whom, even though bodies are well draped, the camera keeps a discreet distance, and very little satisfaction is achieved.

Like "Sex in the City," the most progressive aspect of "Girls," theoretically, is the ongoing drama and spectacle of female friendship. But just as Sarah Jessica Parker’s Carrie Bradshaw is to "SATC," Dunham’s Hannah is to "Girls": She is the essential element, first among unequals.

If you don’t thrill to her or at least develop a love/hate relationship to a young woman with the face of a stubborn, petulant, occasionally outraged cherub and a short-waisted, pear-shaped body that makes her desperately unhappy even as she dares us to notice that she isn’t as tall and slim as her best friends, and who is also disgustingly self-involved, lazy, limited in her world-view to the degree that she has one, and forever flinging herself at a guy who uses her like a blow-up sex doll with a bothersome voice mechanism that’s been programmed to say all the wrong things, you probably won’t find "Girls" compelling.

Hannah (who is not the Hannah of Woody Allen’s "Hannah and her Sisters," although the name leads us to the obvious connection between Dunham and Allen, both New Yorkers who use self-deprecating humor as a defense against the judgment of others and their own impossible desire for perfection) worries constantly about money and sex. Welcome to 2012: job market non-existent; rents exorbitant even in Greenpoint; codes for sex, dating, commitment totally up for grabs.

The pilot episode (airing Sunday) begins with a close-up of Hannah scarfing down pasta. She’s in a restaurant with her parents who’ve flown in from the mid-west to tell her that they are cutting her off. "No more money," snarls her mother, who is even more sadistic than the mother in "Tiny Furniture" (who was played by Dunham’s own mother. What kind of torturous power play was that?)


  • Jeremy Walker | April 13, 2012 7:53 PMReply

    Jay G
    I am curious to know what you think of how Whit Stillman handled race in his latest. PS I went to Sarah Lawrence, don't know Dunham's work but I liked Whit's DAMSELS a great deal.


  • Pam | April 13, 2012 6:49 PMReply

    At last! A self-absorbed character who may be even more irritating than Carrie Bradshaw. The world has waited for this moment. Er, maybe not.

  • Dina | April 13, 2012 5:46 PMReply

    This is what we get, as quote from the long time exec who said "I don't read. I give it to the interns. If it passes the Sarah Lawrence test, we go to the next level."

  • Jay G | April 13, 2012 3:07 PMReply

    Diablo Cody, Lena Dunham .... waiting for the next great white voice from Bennington, Oberlin or Sarah Lawrence to render even more cloying realities of white america that nobody in a community of color can relate to. Hollywood, with its full force of resources and enlightened liberalism, does it again....

  • Juan C | April 27, 2012 12:10 AM

    Beautifully stated. Could not agree more.