The opening scene of tonight’s long-awaited, Sky Atlantic comedy debut Girls, in which Lena Dunham’s self-scripted, self-directed Hannah Horvath is told by her parents in a casually jazzy, monied NYC restaurant that they will no longer be supporting her, contained one of the most quoted lines of the last ten years of TV. ‘I might be the voice of my generation. Or a voice. Of a generation.’
It was a specifically amazing double whammy: no she (Hannah) isn’t but yes, she (Lena) is. It’s a brilliant, transparent scene-builder.
This show is about the painful, pithy, tragic and tormented transition we make once only into adulthood, from being a dependant to an independent. It was all there, on the panic-stricken face of our resident anti-heroine as she confronts for the first time the cold truth of growing up.
The remainder cast were introduced with brutal comic efficiency over an opium-infused dinner-date. Hannah’s buttoned-up BFF Marnie and her cute/needy boyfriend Charlie, his spiky, non-more-Brooklyn BF Alex. The returning Euro-bohemian dolt Jessa, full of her lexicon drug anecdotes and impeccable Rodarte wardrobe. Her cousin Shoshanna, ADD-ing on which SATC character she might be.
And then the kindly series monster, Hannah’s sort-of-boyfriend Adam, looking like Keanu Reeves put through a blender, getting the sex he wants on his terms. The beauty of this cast-list is barefaced obvious: we can see where they’ll all be in 20 years time. All except Hannah, who could be collecting her Pulitzer prize or serving ‘shakes at a Queens diner. Let the journey from Girls to Women commence.
It is going to be absolutely epic.
Girls is on Mondays, 10pm, Sky Atlantic