Greta Gerwig, in this movie, is a Godardian version of Diane Keaton. Her character is brutally real and, therefore, beautifully disarming.
Considered undateable, she doesn’t fit in a society based on success, she doesn’t want to leave adolescence but not even wants to remain on the indefinite’s sidelines. The movie is like a dance that bring us into her life. There’s plenty of reasons to love this film: David Bowie’s Modern Love, Paris, love at the time of wrinkled shirts and indecision, the first paradigm of the perfect sentimental yearning and post adolescent. Existentialism enclosed in a leather jacket. Try to get to destination, but the arrival point will be known just at the end, like Holly Golightly looking for a place to stay.
If you haven’t seen it yet, I recommend you not to wait. Take an old t-shirt, tuck in your yesteryear Converse and and go by bike, with a charged iPod. It’s a black and white movie that will fill you with colors.
Text by Alessandra Sutto