For a long time I thought Lena Dunham was my little secret. Sure, her feature Tiny Furniture (in which she wrote/directed/stars in) was getting critical buzz, but I was the only one in my circle of cinephile friends who had actually seen it. It played for a week at the Nuart Theater in Los Angeles and after seeing a trailer I knew immediately it was my kind of film. Young entitled New Yorkers. A woman lost in a post collegiate haze. People making obviously poor romantic decision. These things are my bread and butter. Hey, I love The Avengers as much as the next person, but I do long for the day super hero teams add a neurotic upper eastside Jewish girl like Dunham to their mix. Loki would be left powerless by her sarcasm. She would begin a hopeless one sided romance with Bruce Banner, or better yet, The Hulk. Two hundred million opening weekend? Try three hundred.