Friday, 26 July 2013

Frances Ha, the film of the year

Happy, joyous, blissful, chipper, elated, cheerful, ecstatic, sparkling, sunny, gleeful, upbeat, thrilled, merry, gay. This is how Frances Ha made me feel.

Just an insistent bombardment of joy from minute one through eighty-six. No film has ever made me feel as happy as the perfect string of celluloid projected so beautifully upon the cinema screen this morning. Hell, I haven't felt this happy, generally, all year. Even when the film is melancholic or cold, even when the tone of what's happening on screen isn't as feverishly joyous, the film manages to portray a thread of optimism; it shows a way through, always looking at the light at the end of the tunnel, rather than the blackness that surrounds us. Not since It's a Wonderful Life, my very favourite film, have I seen this particular theme portrayed on screen with such success.

It's a film about a character, and it's a character I love. Frances' best firend, Sophie, becomes quite an unsympathetic character for a number of reasons, but more than anything for me, through jealousy. I wanted to be Frances' best friend. I'd never seen Greta Gerwig act before, and I kinda hope Hollywood don't notice her stella turn, because in my mind she is Frances, and I couldn't take seeing her do anything else, so perfect is her character.

Frances Ha is so upbeat it's actually offputting. It made me feel so happy I had to put aside an entire day to bouncing, to skipping down the streets, to grinning at every passer-by. All I want to do is run around trying to find the closest ATM and to shout "Ahoy Sexy!" at everyone I know. Frances Ha is magnificent, film making at it's very best. Everyone, whoever you are, please see it.

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