WHAT THE FUCK GUYS.

This film came right the fuck out of nowhere and totally blindsided me. I can barely even form coherent thought right now. It's that good.

Frank is that good.

While many people have had The Lego Movie and Under The Skin (two other instant classics I must add) as their film-of-2014-that-immediately-ranks-among-their-top-top-favourites, that film for me is Frank.

I have never seen a film be so hilarious and so heartbreaking and mix it so well. Last film I saw that did that was In Bruges. This is the only film to parallel that.

Michael Fassbender is a godsend. His performance, at the end especially, is pure brilliance. He brings charisma to a role in which he wears…

It is interesting to see that Lenny Abrahamson’s most populist film to date is about such an enigmatic man who shunned the mainstream. Although inspired by writer Jon Ronson’s time as the keyboard player in Frank Sidebottom’s band this is far from a biopic of one of Britain’s most unusual performers. The title character may share the same first name and Fleischer-inspired papier-mache bonce as Chris Sievey’s comic creation but that is where the similarities end.

Frank is a bittersweet comedy - part road movie, part music industry satire, part surreal character study and part exploration of mental illness. Much like the avant-garde music the band produce, Abrahamson’s film is a hotchpotch of influences that is impossible to fit into…

"Music is shit."

Frank investigates the relationship between trauma and art, and asks where creative inspiration comes from. For someone trying to do something at least mildly creative with his life, there were times where it felt like it was speaking directly to my personal experience. Its story reaches for something real in the nature of art.

Jon Burroughs (Domhnall Gleeson) is an untalented musician from a safe, affluent background, and he thinks that the reason his music is no good is that he's never had to struggle with anything in his life. He believes that creativity springs from trauma. He is offered the opportunity to join the eccentric band of Frank Sidebottom (Michael Fassbender), and together they go out…

"Put your arms around me, fiddly digits, itchy britches. I love you all..."

Frank is not just beautifully shot, gut-bustingly funny and off-the-walls bonkers, it's so simple in its message. The film is about the division (and sometimes dichotomy) between 'your voice' and the 'voice of the masses'.

The titular Frank, played by Michael Fassenbender, has found his voice, he knows his art, he knows what it is that he's trying to say and the method in which that he wants to deliver it. So does his band, and they don't care who is listening. It's their art, there form of self-expression.

When Jon (Domnhall Gleeson) joins the band as a keyboardist, he is hell bent on finding his voice,…

Jon Burroughs is an untalented keyboardists lucky enough to be picked up by an electric art-rock slash pop group called The Soronprfbs, which is led by the charismatic Frank who is at all times covered under a large paper mache head. As a result of Jon’s Twittering, the band scores a gig at south by southwest, but that’s where thing go wrong as the band members seem to be too mentally disturbed to perform under such pressure. This was by far my most anticipated film of the year and I was so happy to finally get to see it tonight. The idea behind ‘Frank’ is amazing. Frank is amazing. Fassbender is amazing. I loved every scene in which music was…

There is a moment toward the end of the great music documentary "Westway to the World" when the late Joe Strummer is talking about the dissolution of The Clash. His songwriting partner, Mick Jones, had been removed from the band because he had become impossible to work with, and drummer Topper Headon was fired because his drug problems began to interfere with his work.

Strummer and founding member Paul Simonon soldiered on with a new lineup, but the magic clearly was gone. Looking back on that tumultuous time, Strummer has the insight that for whatever problems they had with each other, The Clash were Strummer, Jones, Simonon, and Headon. He says:

"Whatever a group is, it was the chemical mixture…