Sunday, July 7, 2013

Frances Ha

Mismatched integrities and harmonious discrepancies awkwardly balance Noah Baumbach's Frances Ha, infuriating yet emancipating missteps and miscues deftly choreographing the undatable's sprightly adaptation to bourgeois vignettes, which catalyze her own artistic vertices.

Forwards, backwards, backwards to move forwards, the other way around, friendships, apprenticeships, the rent.

A comment on commentary, budgets and bivouacs and biology belittling and embowering a transient sense of permanency.

Should one possess an exhaustive knowledge of French prior to reading Proust in order to fully appreciate his crystalline stylistic calaesthetic?

That's best case, but credit should be given to Terence Kilmartin, Andreas Mayor, and D. J. Enright for creating such an accessible English access point in the meantime, incomparably brilliant acts of translation, a poetic compliment to the gen(i)us of both languages.

Just sayin'!

Frances Ha buoyantly yet frantically dissolves convivial points of reference to magnify a being-in-becoming, a fluctuating, stable intransigist.

Dinner with the successful can be that painful.

Good food though.

Yum.

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