White People Problems

I didn't realize it, but maybe there is a lacking of stories about white people? Specifically, boring middle-aged, well-off white people? If you think so, you should probably watch "You Hurt My Feelings" on Netflix.

I had this on as background while I played Farmville on my iPhone. And the entire time I was listening and thinking, does anyone find this intriguing? Is this the whitest movie I've ever seen? Could these people have any more upper class problems that aren't really problems?

Then I remembered this film, "Friends With Money". And I realized there were a lot of similarities of stupid, not-really-problem problems.

Then I realized both of these films were directed by Nicole Holofcener. And listen, I don't want to dump on female directors. I also believe you need to write what you know. So maybe that's what Holofcener is doing. But it's sad to know that there are studios out there that would throw money behind this when I know for a fact that there are unfunded projects out there just waiting to be made.

And don't get me wrong, some of Holofcener's films are really good like "Enough Said". And even "Can You Ever Forgive Me". I guess it's just the general privilege of it all that bugs me. To be privileged enough that your biggest problem is that your dad didn't yell at you enough as a kid to make an interesting memoir or how to spend the millions of dollars you inherited.

Are Nicole and the writers making fun of us? Fun of themselves? Maybe. And I'll be the first to admit that it's nice to watch a film in which "nothing bad really happens". Why do y'all think I watch "Dazed and Confused" on repeat? In a world that's burning down, we sure as hell all need some comfort. I guess I just like a little more of a challenge than this. Stories that are set outside of Calabasas and the Upper West Side. And a little more color and reality in my world.

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