It is hard to imagine a more annoying and unlovable screen
protagonist than Greta Gerwig’s titular slacker. And as a supposed dancer she makes Kate Blanchet
in ‘Benjamin Button’ look like Margaret
Fonteyn. Frances dances and prances through Manhattan, bums her rent as she turns
down work, bemoans her lot and spin so centrally in her own orbit that she’s in
danger of disappearing up the vortex of her own arse.
Whilst the rest of the world around her makes some attempt
to grow and develop Frances wistfully watches awaiting their mistakes whilst
never having the courage to make her own. How much the filmmaking
director/writer/actor pairing are ‘in on the joke’ is unclear and ultimately
irrelevant. Because whatever the knowingness this is an unfunny comedy full of unlikeable
people with an expectation of what life should bring them but no inclination to
invest their energies into making it happen. They all deserve each other. I'm
just not sure what we have done to deserve them.
1/10
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