Frances Ha

Frances Ha ★★★★½

there’s been so many words written about this movie that my review has been sitting, waiting to be written on my bedside table for days. I’m not sure where to start describing how much this movie means to me. just like Frances, my bedside table is a mess of the fragments of modern city living— old ticket stubs, a soda can, polaroid photos, and a dimmed light bulb. this film itself is just like those fragments; messy and bursting with personal meaning. it has no story, nothing really happens, nothing is resolved, no starry eyed lessons are learnt. yet whenever I watch this I always get something so utterly personally out of it.

it’s easy to feel as though life is moving far too fast for your own pace, yet also dragging; nothing changes ever and everything changes at the same time. I struggle to keep up, and I’ve spent hours on my bed scrolling through social media, looking at people from my old schools who seem like they Have Their Shit Together, while I’m here just hurtling through the air directionless and aimlessly flying forever. it can kinda feel like your stuck, watching the world pass by you in a blink and letting life happen around you. at my worst times, I have to remind myself to breathe and talk or else I’ll just lay there until I fade into nothing. 

but it’s the little things that keep me at bay, and make my roughest times worth it. my family. my friends. even smaller things like the cashier at the local pizza place complimenting my hair or when the sky looks extra pretty and colorful. and Frances Ha feels like a celebration of all those small details in life that make life worth it. 

this movie makes me strive to be like Frances.
she may be annoying and weird at times, but she’s annoying and weird in the ways I am. she’s bad at making important decisions. she misreads social situations. she has no idea what to do with her life. she’s self-absorbed and self-obsessed, but not for vanity’s sake. she had the courage to leave her family in California to pursue a dream in New York, see that dream left unfulfilled and still not give up. but whenever I feel stuck and as though life is pointless, Frances reminds me to make little changes: cook a new dish for breakfast. add “I” to “I love you.” twist and dance and twirl in the street whenever you feel like. 

it makes me realize that maybe it’s fine to feel a little lost, and to never reach a point in our lives where everything gets straightened out and all the mysteries of the universe are revealed to us. maybe it’s fine to Not Have Your Shit Together, and never fully figure yourself out. but none of us are alone in those feelings. life is scary, and it’s only going to get scarier. there will always be problems, but we’re just gonna have to deal with them, aren’t we?

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