I’ve just watched the best film I’ve seen in a very long time. I saw it featured ages ago in the best magazine I have ever found – Oh Comely.
Frances Ha. “A story that follows a New York woman (who doesn’t really have an apartment), apprentices for a dance company (though she’s not really a dancer), and throws herself headlong into her dreams, even as their possibility dwindles.” (IMDb) How could I possibly not fall in love with this?
The next time you have one hour and twenty two minutes, you should watch it too.
“It’s that thing when you’re with someone, and you love them and they know it, and they love you and you know it… but it’s a party… and you’re both talking to other people, and you’re laughing and shining… and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes… but – but not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual… but because… that is your person in this life. And it’s funny and sad, but only because this life will end, and it’s this secret world that exists right there in public, unnoticed, that no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us, but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s – that’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.”
Frances is tall, and slightly awkward, and surrounded by people who know what they are doing while she feels like she hasn’t got a clue. She’s funny and she’s kind and she’s loyal, and silly and uncomfortable. She’s joyful. She eats a lot and she laughs a lot. It’s a film about friends, about growing up, growing apart from the things you know and finding new things, trying stuff out and failing, stumbling across things you turn out to be good at. It’s a film about being in your twenties and trying to fit in, before realising that fitting in is not the point.
It’s the story of us. Of us awkward, funny girls trying and failing to grow up, and kind of growing up anyway.
“Oh yeah, I like things that look like mistakes.”