“FRANCES HA” My rating: B- (Opens May 31 at the Glenwood Arts, Cinemark Plaza)
86 minutes | MPAA rating: R
“Frances Ha” finally won me over. But it took a while.
The latest from director Noah Baumbach (“The Squid and the Whale”) finds him reunited with Greta Gerwig, the vaguely daft co-star of his 2010 “Greenberg.”
Gerwig was about the only thing about that uber-dry Ben Stiller comedy that I enjoyed, and since then she’s appeared in a rash of indie and mainstream films (“No Strings Attached,” “Arthur,” “Damsels in Distress,” “To Rome with Love”) and become an item with Baumbach.
Gerwig co-wrote and plays the title role in “Frances Ha,” which was shot in crisp black and white in a style that is hugely reminiscent of Woody Allen’s masterful “Manhattan.” For the first hour or so I was very much on the fence. This is one of those comedies that is more funny strange than funny ha-ha
The twentysomething Frances lives in New York City where she struggles with relationships and employment and making ends meet.
She’s an apprentice with a professional dance company and wants to move up the ladder there, but she’s kind of clumsy and dorky, certainly not prima ballerina material. She’s much better at leading a dance class for the small fry, where her childlike persona melds effortlessly with those of her students.









