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Expect a treatment of on-the-verge undergrads even more stilted and alien than, say, American Pie 2; expect also, on the basis of Elise Nakhnikian's review, bizarre delights. The trailer has certainly sold me on the reintroduction of Whit Stillman: now forty percent less likely to write characters resembling anyone you've ever met! I actually just watched Metropolitan and Barcelona for the first time last year, and quite enjoyed them, even though I'm to understand that Stillman has less satirical intentions than my experiences watching the movies led me to believe.
He's been gone for several cycles of next-big-starlet (and its even more self-contradictory cousin, next-big-indie-starlet)—sorry, Whit, you missed most of Parker Posey, and Zooey Deschanel is a sitcom star now!—but his new one makes up for lost time with Greta Gerwig, Analeigh Tipton (a Next Top Model gal who was one of the better things about last year's Crazy Stupid Love), and Aubrey Plaza, among others. Basically, it's my most anticipated movie of the month. Or, to put it in April 1998 terms, it's the... Wild Things of 2012? Wait, that can't be right. I guess some movies have to stay in the late 90s.