I feel so many things about Frances Ha that it’s hard for me to type the words out in a way that makes sense. I first watched the film at BIFF with some girlfriends for my birthday, and immediately from the first moments there were pangs in my stomach and heart– pangs of recognition. This is my life, this was my life, this is my 20s, I kept thinking. There is something so beautifully and painfully recognizable in the character of Frances, and also in the romantic black and white photography of New York City.
Here we have a story of female friendship– a theme that seems to be rising up all around us in cinema and other art forms. Girl friend relationships are so complex, vibrant, romantic, sad, painful and exciting. They are also entrancing to watch when done well in a movie. The central relationship in Frances Ha
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