Lena Dunham won my heart and mind with her 2010 debut film, Tiny Furniture. Awkward, unfiltered, and a bit oppressive, Tiny Furniture is like a page ripped out of a twentysomething's diary (or WordPress), with little cleaning up around the selfish, discontented edges. So when I heard that Dunham was launching an HBO series, Girls, that was set to be executive produced by some "Judd Apatow" schlub, I was overwhelmingly excited. (Because of Dunham, not the schlub.) Judging by Girls' new teaser, which features scenes of Dunham tweeting existentially and questioning the functionality of lube, my excitement was well-founded.
Dunham and Apatow's half-hour comedy follows three young female friends living in New York, showcasing their various humiliations and triumphs in the social and professional realms. So, it's like Sex and the City, but with half the wardrobe budget and three times the brain. Or, if you rather, it's a funny version of 2 Broke Girls. (Oh, 2 Broke Girls is supposed to be funny? I thought it was a Kafka-esque tragedy in which a laugh track served to demonstrate the world's contempt for human strivings and the perpetual "broke-ness" of our fragile identities. My bad.)
And, in case you were worried, the series promises to embrace the same kind of raunchy candor that made Tiny Furniture so distinct. "I can always promise awkward sex," Dunham said, "not sex in a pipe, but I won't disappoint you. It's still cringe-worthy." Cringe-worthy sex scenes on a HBO series? Well, that's nothing new.