Francis Ha

You know, there are these days, when the sun's shining outside and it's a beautiful day and everything. But although you just go and watch a film and think, fuck you beautiful weather, I'm just gonna be a bit unproductive now. And then you see the first seconds of the movie and you know, these next one-and-a-half -hours are going to be the most productive ones of this day.

'Frances Ha' is just so.. ohmygodd!! Francis is so sympathic and good-looking and super-funny and real. And her friendship with Sophie is the most beautiful thing on earth and they are absolutely cute together. And the pictures in this damn perfect film are offhandedly wonderful. And and an. d. I don't know, why Noah Baumbach decided to tell this marvelous real-life-story in black and white. But it was the best thing he ever decided. In his whole, full, women-knowing, creative life. 

Do you know this situation, when you start crying in a film-scene which is absolutely NOT provided to be one of these crying-scenes which are either really sad or super-absolutely beautiful? And all the other people stare at you, like you were a turquise minipony with pianokeys instead of teeth? And you feel so strange, but you just think, this scene is so unbelievable beautiful for you and you can't stop to cry? -Yees, I know this too. 
There is this scene in 'Francis Ha', where Francis is dissapointed of Sophie, and she has dinner with the family of a dance-colleague. All the people are so 'civiliced', and Frances is how she is: cheerful and outgoing and not afraid to say anything. And of course she notices it. So, after the dinner she talks with two guys and she says, that maybe she still doesn't have a boyfriend because love for her is like, if you are at a Party and the two loving persons are talking to different people and - suddenly - they are looking to each other and know that this is love. And later, muchmuch later in the film, is this scene, where everyone loved Francis' presentation and suddenly she and Sophie, her very-very-best-friend, have excactly THIS 'love-moment'. 
And it was the most beautiful and unromantic thing i've seen.

Everything in Francis Ha is so perfectly unperfect. The kind of living together, these crazy situations everybody has and no one notices (like finding a pimple in your face shortly before leaving the house and deciding 'nooo, I won't squeeze it now, that's way too unhygienic..', and then, two seconds before ACTUALLY leaving you decide, that this pimple is the most ugly pimple in the world and you REALLY have to destroy the world's most ugly pimple NOW. And you turn back.), Frances' hair, her Converse all star, her bomber-jacket and her backpack, whose colour I was wondering about all the time.

And I loved her trip to Paris. There was nothing special. Mostly, in our life is nothing special too.
And you saw the eiffel tower just one time glimmering out of the dark of the background, as small as Francis' hand, which moved from her head to the balustrade and back, with a cigarette between the fingers.
This scene was quite sad, because in the beginning of the movie, Francis said one time to Sophie, that she hates smoking alone.

Really, I adore the character of Francis. She is just herself. And this is wonderful. It's just a little bit sad, that she grows up so much in the end. In the final scenes, you see, she's still 27. But she's an adult now.

However, she's still adorable.

In Gedenken an den Unperfektionismus der unglaublichen Francis Ha. ▼