MY ART REVIEWED
“My Art” is Lena Dunham’s mother getting a chance to go all Nancy Meyers up in this bitch. Basically, she’s house sitting for a friend and trying to figure how to reset her life. She creates video diaries that parody famous movies. I can’t throw shade at the recreations, as she kinda kills most of them. It’s just that so much of the film feels like the navel gazing and post Mumblecore glaze that wafts off Coastal Elitist art. Nothing adds up to being substantial.
Honestly, if the film would’ve been cut into shorter segments…it might work. As it stands, it’s a rather average stumble through an older woman just trying to find herself. If you’re already bored by it, then I can’t blame you.
- 1.78:1 standard definition transfer
- Dolby Digital 5.1
RELEASE DATE: OUT NOW!
- Video - 89%89%
- Audio - 88%88%
- Special Features - 90%90%
- Film Score - 79%79%
The Plot Thus Far
A 65-year-old single artist living in New York City has a good life: a stable teaching job, successful friends, and a loyal, aging dog named Bing. As her dream of a respectable place in the art world becomes more elusive, her frustration with her lack of recognition feels alarmingly urgent.