I Netflixed Funny Ha Ha last night. It wasn't in theaters very long earlier this year, but it was out long enough to get raves from a lot of critics. It's a great, small film, but not necessarily one of the kind that I'm always in the mood to watch -- Junebug comes to mind. But last night I was in just such a mood, and therefore found the 90-minute piece to be probing and realistic -- especially being of similar age as many of the characters in the movie -- without being obvious or heavyhanded. The film, shot on 16mm in the suburban Boston area (but could really be anywhere nondescript), follows a recent college graduate and her circle of friends and acquaintances as they hang out, flirt, drink beer, go to temp jobs, get fired, etc.
It's one of those movies that may not be captivating in the first few minutes but manage to get under your skin if you're patient with them. The seemingly random nature of the scenes and the dialogue belie their underlying shape in the same way that nervous, noncommital language sometimes used by people our age alterately hides and reveals what it is we're trying to actually do -- often, connect with others or get in touch with ourselves.