Finally a Movie About A Quirky Young Hipster in New York City: Frances Ha Trailer
Finally, a film about a quirky young hipster in New York City with no career or ambitions just trying to figure out this thing called life. I mean, that’s such an untapped void in the market, I’m shocked that no one has made a movie fitting in that niche before. Here’s the trailer for Frances Ha:
And here’s the plot description that is supposed to sell on the usual variety of indie hipster tropes:
Frances (Greta Gerwig) lives in New York, but she doesn’t really have an apartment. Frances is an apprentice for a dance company, but she’s not really a dancer. Frances has a best friend named Sophie, but they aren’t really speaking anymore. Frances throws herself headlong into her dreams, even as their possible reality dwindles. Frances wants so much more than she has, but lives her life with unaccountable joy and lightness. FRANCES HA is a modern comic fable in which Noah Baumbach explores New York, friendship, class, ambition, failure, and redemption.
That description makes me want to watch Fox News and complain about the lazy worthlessness of the younger generation.
Look, Gerwig is well-liked, seems to be a decent enough actress. Noah Baumbach seems to be putting some decent touches onto a writing and directing career, and is an up and comer. But this movie? This movie comes out every two weeks. And I hate it. I’m sick of it. Every Dawson Leery with a hipster actress girlfriend and a New York City fetish makes this film and is surprised when the world doesn’t hand them golden statues and a penthouse.
Of course the film has the usual pile of praises coming out of film festivals, and comparisons to Woody Allen’s work. Here’s a dirty secret: I don’t like Woody Allen films either, which is a fantastic way to get into a fight with film lovers. I may be alone in this, and a snobbish boor who shouldn’t be allowed to comment on film as a result, but I find a filmmaker’s obsession with exploring his own neuroses neither original nor interesting to those who don’t share the same neuroses.
It’s perfectly plausible that this film is actually pretty good. But then there is probably a snuff film or two out there that deserve consideration for their gifted use of cinematography. I’m not going to watch them either.
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