There is a moment (that lasts about fifteen minutes) in Noah Baumbach and Greta Gerwig’s Frances Ha where you begin to fidget, to wish this story filled with fleeting moments from life would move along. You want it to move along because you want the movie to end because you want to talk about it, about her—this whimsical, gawky, utterly enchanting struggling young dancer. Maybe even write her a letter, or try to find a way to be her friend. Frances Ha is at once witty and endearing, an intimate portrait of awkwardness and ambition, of moving from apartment to apartment, friend to friend, city to city, trying to find one’s way in life. It’s a story about the search for self with just the right dose of heartache, comedy and self-doubt, and it is filled with fantastic Lena Dunham-style one liners (on her best friend: “The coffee people are right, we are like a lesbian couple that doesn’t have sex anymore”).
Frances Ha is playing in wide release. For more information about local showtimes, please visit fandango.com.
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