|Starring||Greta Gerwig, Mickey Sumner, Adam Driver, Michael Esper, Grace Gummer|
|Release||17 MAY (US) 26 JUL (UK) Certificate 15|
Frances sees Gerwig at her most endearing: gawky and ungainly ("I recognised you by your man walk," says a friend), she's hyper-energetic and playful yet avoids the usual Manic Pixie Dream Girl archetype by virtue of not being particularly wise or insightful or magical. She's not changing anyone's life, certainly not her own. She dances like nobody's watching, but that's because no one is; she has more luck putting her feet in her mouth than she does deploying them in a life-affirming routine.
Baumbach is wise to let the camera love Gerwig like he does. Hers is a fascinating face, expressive almost to the point of caricature. She is capable of looking like a million dollars one minute and a 15-year-old boy the next. Frances is capable of being the smartest and stupidest person in any room at any time. She is permanently wincing at her own infernal awkwardness. Baumbach and Gerwig sell every excruciating second of Frances' slow descent into adulthood without ever resorting to maudlin techniques or artificial drama.
Pleasingly, Baumbach subverts the languid genre pacing with quick cuts to keep the energy high, occasionally lingering to extend any awkward feeling. It serves to chop Frances Ha into a mood board of sorts; the economy is such that much seems to happen in so little time. It's infinitely preferable to the mumblecore staple of scenes with zero urgency. At 86 minutes Frances Ha is fleet of foot but far from fly-weight; instead, imposing themes are tackled with a lightness of touch. In most black and white films, a woman alone in Paris would slip into an existential funk, sip coffee and stare down the Seine. Frances goes to see Puss-In-Boots.
Support from the likes of Adam Driver gives Frances Ha some comedic weight and Baumbach's loosey-goosey script helps cultivate an air of natural cool, but really this is about spending an hour and a half in the company of Greta at her Gerwiggiest. If you're hell-bent on hating hipsters then the only 'Ha' you'll get is from the title, but those who don't choke on the charm will find Frances a most delightful companion. The cinematic equivalent of an unexpected cuddle.