The spirit of indie cinema still lives – a bunch of actors wandering around New York trying to pretend to be real people. Their problems are either unrealistic (writer looks after a small black foster child) or dull (boyfriend wants to move to LA, girlfriend wants to stay; writer has trouble committing; a singer is called Mississippi). There’s a magic pixie dreamgirl (Kate Mara, who I used to like but after this I realised she can’t act), a friend with alopecia (Malin Ackerman acting via make up), lots of monologues about love and hope rather than drama, plenty of indie songs, a terrific cast (Zoe Kazan), flat script, forced romanticism. The birth of a really minor cinematic talent.
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