Apparently actor Richard Johnson said "It wasn't a very good film, I'm afraid...” after starring in this. He wasn’t wrong. Don’t even get me started on all the problematic stereotyping either.
Of the films easy to lump into an emerging sub-genre of sorts (those about the pains of being in your late 20s / early 30s yet still feeling the grip and allure of early 20s college life) such as The Comedy and Tiny Furniture, this one seems to capture the sentiment with the most balance. Where The Comedy feels like an endurance test of awkward and uncomfortable scenarios and Tiny Furniture feels almost too specific in it's narrative, Frances Ha…