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The parents look on in horror; the children, including Ray, slowly begin to dance. Molly doesn't save the day with a checkbook or a speech. She saves it by looking ridiculous, by refusing to be ashamed of her own joy. In a film about the terror of growing up, Molly’s ultimate act of maturity is dancing like an idiot in public. Uptown Girls was released in the shadow of 9/11 and the rise of hyper-capitalist "reality" TV. It was too quirky for the mainstream and too sad for a comedy. But today, in an era of "girlboss" fatigue and the collapse of the gig economy, Molly Gunn feels like a patron saint.
The film’s genius is that it forces this "princess" to get a job. Watching Molly try to file papers or operate a copy machine is cringe-comedy gold, but watching her take a job as a nanny to a hypochondriac child is something else entirely: a collision of two equally broken psyches. If Molly is a hurricane of id, Ray (Dakota Fanning) is a fortress of superego. Dressed in beige corduroy and carrying a medical textbook for fun, Ray has OCD, a litany of imaginary illnesses, and a paralyzing fear of death. She has been forced to grow up because her parents are emotionally absent. Uptown Girls
In a quiet, devastating moment, Ray washes the glitter out of Molly’s hair. There is no score swelling. There is no hug. Just the sound of water and Fanning’s tiny hands working through Murphy’s knots. Ray says, "You know, when I was a little kid, my mom used to wash my hair." The parents look on in horror; the children,
The film’s final line is perfect. Ray, having accepted that life is messy, looks at Molly and says, "You know, for someone who doesn’t have a job, you sure are busy." In a film about the terror of growing
Uptown Girls isn't a movie about a woman who learns to be responsible. It is a movie about a woman who learns that responsibility doesn't have to kill your spirit. It argues that the only way to survive the "uptown" demands of perfection is to remain a little bit messy, a little bit loud, and a little bit willing to dance to a one-hit wonder from 1993.
In the sprawling graveyard of early 2000s cinema, most films have aged like a forgotten tube of glitter gel—crusty, sticky, and slightly embarrassing. But every so often, a movie that was dismissed as “fluff” upon release reveals itself to be a Trojan Horse for genuine existential dread. Uptown Girls (2003), starring a diaphanous Brittany Murphy and a shockingly precocious Dakota Fanning, is that Trojan Horse.
Murphy, with her wide, nervous eyes and trembling lower lip, plays Molly not as stupid, but as profoundly arrested. As the daughter of a legendary (and deceased) rock icon, Molly has been preserved in amber since childhood. Her wealth isn't just money; it’s a shield against the reality that both her parents are dead. When the crooked accountant steals her inheritance and the bank repossesses her furniture, Molly isn't just losing her apartment. She is losing her mother and father all over again.
