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 the possibility of realizing them dwindles.
With a plan to exact revenge on a mythical shark that killed his partner, Oceanographer Steve Zissou rallies a crew that includes his estranged wife, a journalist, and a man who may or may not be his son.
Frances lives in New York, but she doesn't really have an apartment. Frances is an apprentice for a dance company, but she's not really a dancer. Frances has a best friend named Sophie, but they aren't really speaking anymore. Frances throws herself headlong into her dreams, even as their possible reality dwindles. Frances wants so much more than she has but lives her life with unaccountable joy and lightness.Written by
This movie is a paen to self absorption reflected back through film. Basically a series of disconnected character sketches masquerading as a "film".
First you have the character of place. Brooklyn. Black and white...grey..rundown...but artistically dressed in modern day nuance of hipster cool. ( Note to director..."only show certain parts of neighborhood" notes were obvious. )
Frances and gf. Cliché.
GF: millions of them of them..cell phone obsessed, head down, people..waiting..for someone or something ( job, husband, bf family,)give them meaning.
Frances: Goof ball..kind of like modern day Lucy. Harmless. NYC "poor".
Men: losers, losers with parents money, losers who think they are artists on the verge of discovery, losers who drink too much..
Women: reduced to "one night stand" characters...
Waste of 90 minutes...
7 of 13 people found this review helpful.
Was this review helpful to you?
| Report this