Papermag has a conversation between Tiny Furniture director Lena Dunham and actress Greta Gerwig. They're smart ladies talking in a normal way about their work. (I so wish that weren't noteworthy.) It's a great read.

LD: [...] You've been in, for example, No Strings Attached, a giant romantic comedy, and you were also in Greenberg, which is not a rom-com, and the first movies you were in were not rom-coms. Do you think there's an inherent challenge in making both kinds of movies?

GG: I don't think many people have done it, but... this sounds like a tautology, no one's done it until somebody's done it. And then someone's done it. I hope I get to do tiny weird things and big normal things.

LD: I always think that the tiny weird things you've done have lent this awesome air of slight weirdness to the big normal things you do.

GG: I also feel like they're both equally representative of who I am. I love weird filmmakers, but to be honest, I really loved When Harry Met Sally. I'm not more one thing than I am another, I think it's just that it's rare for people to honor both things in themselves — to do something completely mainstream and then graphic, simulated sex scenes.

LD: Sometimes when I hang out with cineaste filmmakers, like our friends Josh and Benny Safdie, I'm afraid to be honest and say, "Nora Ephron movies are my shit." You almost have to treat those movies like guilty pleasures when in fact they're not; they're an art form you honor in the same ways you honor the interesting, amorphous movies the Safdies are making.

AND! Related: I just watched Aaron Katz's Portland-set mumblecore-noir Cold Weather. It opens at Cinema 21 this weekend—my full review will be up tomorrow, but if you join me after the jump I'll tell you some things about it.

Five Things About Cold Weather

1. There are zero members of Sleater-Kinney in this film.

2. It is a detective movie, with subtext.

3. The subtext is that hipsters are going to become the new menial class, because our sense of entitled specialness is so outsized that we all failed to develop actual job skills. At least, that is how I chose to interpret it; that is also why I am never leaving my job at the Mercury, where outsized senses of entitled specialness are rewarded with health benefits.

4. There are zero Veronica Mars references in this film.

5. I liked it and so did the New York Times.