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She steals everything from couple of grapes to bag full of kittens
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Beautiful unassuming, handheld Super 16mm cinematography
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Hanging out with a polar bear
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Getting into trouble
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Snowy day
If anything, The Pleasure of Being Robbed is string of beautiful moments in the life of a semi-attractive klepto girl (Eleonore Hendricks) walking around New York City. The thing is, I was fully expecting trustfund hipster culture being brought to life with pseudo-intellectual dialog and prerequisite party scenes lit by candles and china balls. None of that. It does have a lot of driving scenes for Safdie to jam in as much indie music as possible. But for a mumblecore, it really charmed me. The klepto part isn't even a big draw here. The film just floats. Eleonore just wants to connect with people by going through their stuff. I loved its simplicity and effortlessness of filmmaking. It was a pleasure getting my 70 minutes robbed that way. It really makes me want to go out and shoot something. And I'm not talking about hunting.