A new, perhaps bladder-inspired ending to Tiny Furniture

Has you seen Lena Dunham’s film Tiny Furniture?

I heard great things about this movie, and over the weekend, my wife and I finally had a chance to sit down and watch it.

It’s an excellent movie. The writing is very good, the cinematography, while not visually stunning, is interesting and different, and the acting is excellent. I like Lena Dunham. She’s brave and honest and funny.

My issue with the film is its ending. In fact, it has no ending. It’s one of these movies that make you wonder if the director simply ran out of film or lost the last few pages of the script and decided to yell, “That’s a wrap!” in hopes that the last pithy line of dialogue will be suggestive enough of an ending to allow art house critics and hipsters conjure meaning in their minds while arrogantly assuming that only they are capable of understanding said meaning.

The movie just stops. There is no respect for story arc or even the sense that a story should have some kind of beginning, middle and end.

I can’t tell you how much that annoys me.

Would I recommend that you see Tiny Furniture?

Yes, actually I would. It’s an excellent film.

But do me a favor. Since you will be watching it at home, stop the movie wherever you think it should end. Choose any pithy, suggestive line of dialogue that feels right to you. Or stop it when you need to pee and shout, “That’s a wrap!”

Make your own ending to the movie rather than being surprised like me when the credits begin rolling and you are left wondering what the hell just happened.