In a world where the movies are entirely too invested in either proving or bringing about the inevitable decency of their main characters, Nicole Holofcener's movies are an oasis of believable unpleasantness. I watched Friends With Money right before graduating from college, an experience that left me profoundly anxious: I wasn't sure whether I was more worried that I'd end up as angry as Frances McDormand's character, or as aimless as Jennifer Anniston's. Fortunately, four years out of college, I have neither screamed at anyone irrationally in a checkout line and stopped washing my hair, nor have I been asked to wear a French maid outfit while someone watches me clean a house, so I think I'm ready for Please Give, Holofcener's next movie about a New York couple who really just wishes their neighbor would die so they can get their hands on her apartment:
And really, now that Holofcener's done Los Angeles and New York, I'd love to see what she'd do with a movie about Washington, DC and the specific and pungent forms of unpleasantness so specific to this town.