That this would ever become a hot idea, driven by a feature in New York magazine, is something you sort of have to roll with. Now you’re collecting other people’s junk in addition to your own?” (She calls it the Broken Heart Gallery.) As one of her two queen-of-snark roommates puts it, “Okay, so let me get this straight. To ease her heart, she comes up with an only-in-the-movies idea she can launch right in the lobby of Nick’s hotel: an outsider-art gallery that showcases people’s mementos of romantic loss. Yet she’s still hung up on Max (Utkarsh Ambudkar), the mildly sleazy gallery worker who two-timed her with his ex. She and Dacre Montgomery, from “Stranger Things” (you’d never guess that either one is Australian), look great together and spark each other the old-fashioned way: by building romantic tension with a platonic sense of play. Lucy and Nick spark each other, and Geraldine Viswanathan, so sly as the Columbo-like student reporter in “Bad Education” (she also came close to stealing “Blockers”), creates a character of such clear-the-air wit and longing that she puts a lot of the “dizzy” rom-com heroines of the ’90s to shame. In a real do-you-want-to-feel-old statement, he says, “I’m building a place that feels like the spots I fell in love with when I first moved to New York.” Oh, yes, those halcyon, wistfully remembered boutique-hotel days of 2007! As he explains, the place is an old YMCA that he’s turning, with second-hand-chic ingenuity, into a boutique hotel. Nick, the dude who’s not a Lyft driver, takes Lucy to the place he’s staying, which is so under construction, with power tools everywhere, that for a moment she thinks it’s a serial killer’s lair. But in “The Broken Hearts Gallery,” we hear a new one. Or a break-up montage set to the melancholy murmur of Billie Eilish’s “Everything I Wanted.” Or the comic sizzle of Lucy, given a chance she didn’t think she’d get, saying, “What? Did I drop acid and this is my ego death?” A line like that - and the way Viswanathan delivers it, as if she had 10 thoughts like it per minute - can spark you through a rom-com, and “The Broken Hearts Gallery” has a precociously witty synthetic tingle.įor a time during the 1990s, the cool profession for someone to have in a movie was to be an architect. Or the fact that she works for a celebrity art dealer who “discovered Cindy Sherman in a laundromat” and is played, in a delectable wised-up legend performance, by Bernadette Peters. Yet Krinksy earns her “Sex and the City” tropes, like the scene where Lucy, tearfully mascara-smeared after a spectacular public meltdown, has a meet-cute moment with Nick ( Dacre Montgomery), climbing into the back of his silver Prius because she thinks it’s her Lyft ride (he gives her a lift anyway). Watching the film, you know you’re seeing an unabashed spawn of “Girls” and “Sex and the City,” a kind of anthropological Williamsburg careerist rom-com set, in this case, in a woke wonderland of post-feminist awareness. Natalie Krinsky, who wrote and directed “The Broken Hearts Gallery,” is an unheralded filmmaker (this is her first feature), and she has a witty and spirited commercial voice. The movie knows this, and cracks a lot of jokes about it (the H-word is used), but it also believes in her obsession Lucy’s over-the-top reverence for the totems of the past marks her as a romantic of three dimensions. Her Brooklyn bedroom looks like a bag lady’s knickknack museum. She’ll save old shoelaces, a thimble from a Monopoly game, or a pink rubber piggy bank: anything that reminds of her of the bittersweet times that were. She’s so invested in her romantic relationships that each time one of them ends, she holds onto the mementos from it and treats the objects as if they were more important than the ex she broke up with. Lucy ( Geraldine Viswanathan), the heroine of “The Broken Hearts Gallery,” is a soulfully flip 26-year-old New York art gallery assistant with a problem, or a fixation, or maybe we should call it a ruling passion.
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