I watched a film yesterday (I know, what a surprise, since I am studying Film Aesthetics) called Metropolitan (1990), by an American director by the name of Whit Stillman. Stillman is well known for his tongue-in-cheek depiction of the 'urban haute bourgeoisie (UHB)' in 1980s New York City, a world he knew well being a Fly Club member at Harvard and coming from a well-off family. The film is hilarious in its portrayal of the cluelessness of preppy rich youngsters in their debutante season; the shamelessly pseudo-intellectual banter and contrived philosophical/principles that do not match up to the characters' actual actions are charmingly desperate and endearing. Stillman's dialogue is wordy and empty precisely because of its wordiness, a common feature his conversation scenes share with Woody Allen's. His deadpan humor is remarkable. This is his latest film, Damsels in Distress (2011), a contemporary piece on teenage salvation and girly sane-hood. A great film is all you need to make your day.