Greta Gerwig, who made such a favorable first impression in "Greenberg," is now in danger of losing her moment after Whit Stillman's insufferable "Damsels in Distress" and now the generic quirky-vulgar indie "Lola Versus," which shows her in a reactive, easy-sleazy light that I don't think holds much appeal for today's woman (or today's man, for that matter). All of Gerwig's worst features - that whiny, nasal voice, a Haverfordian frumpiness, a lack of sunlight on her skin - are accentuated in this white-people's-problems picture, where she bounces from her first and only boyfriend (yeah, right) to their mutual best friend (Hamish Linklater of Miranda July's twee "The Future") to a Yogilate-ing rollerblader and prison architect who explains his massive member by telling Gerwig he was an "incubator baby." There are two big laughs, but nothing in the movie feels real or unforced.
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