Many favorites, as well as a small handful of films that I don't care for... in no particular order (1960-2014).
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A comedy about a young wannabe musician (Domhnall Gleeson) who discovers he has bitten off more than he can chew when he joins an eccentric pop band led by the mysterious and enigmatic Frank (Michael Fassbender).
WHAT THE FUCK GUYS.
This film came right the fuck out of nowhere and totally blindsided me. I can barely even form coherent thought right now. It's that good.
Frank is that good.
While many people have had The Lego Movie and Under The Skin (two other instant classics I must add) as their film-of-2014-that-immediately-ranks-among-their-top-top-favourites, that film for me is Frank.
I have never seen a film be so hilarious and so heartbreaking and mix it so well. Last film I saw that did that was In Bruges. This is the only film to parallel that.
Michael Fassbender is a godsend. His performance, at the end especially, is pure brilliance. He brings charisma to a role in which he wears…
It is interesting to see that Lenny Abrahamson’s most populist film to date is about such an enigmatic man who shunned the mainstream. Although inspired by writer Jon Ronson’s time as the keyboard player in Frank Sidebottom’s band this is far from a biopic of one of Britain’s most unusual performers. The title character may share the same first name and Fleischer-inspired papier-mache bonce as Chris Sievey’s comic creation but that is where the similarities end.
Frank is a bittersweet comedy - part road movie, part music industry satire, part surreal character study and part exploration of mental illness. Much like the avant-garde music the band produce, Abrahamson’s film is a hotchpotch of influences that is impossible to fit into…
thanks, FRANK, now that's gonna be stuck in my head for a WEEK
seriously though, gr8 muvi
the four big Ms:
music, mental illness, michael fassbender n maggie gyllenhaal.
Jon Burroughs is an untalented keyboardists lucky enough to be picked up by an electric art-rock slash pop group called The Soronprfbs, which is led by the charismatic Frank who is at all times covered under a large paper mache head. As a result of Jon’s Twittering, the band scores a gig at south by southwest, but that’s where thing go wrong as the band members seem to be too mentally disturbed to perform under such pressure. This was by far my most anticipated film of the year and I was so happy to finally get to see it tonight. The idea behind ‘Frank’ is amazing. Frank is amazing. Fassbender is amazing. I loved every scene in which music was…
I would've been very skeptical about this entire thing prior to watching it if almost anyone else had been cast in the role of 'Frank'. But knowing it was The Fass-man underneath that damn mask, I knew he would still somehow be able to give a genuine and substantial performance, even if his face was concealed for the majority of it.
And, for once, I was right about something. But only 'cause he's Michael fuckin' Fassbender..
Oh yeah, I loved the film overall as well.
"Music is shit."
Frank investigates the relationship between trauma and art, and asks where creative inspiration comes from. For someone trying to do something at least mildly creative with his life, there were times where it felt like it was speaking directly to my personal experience. Its story reaches for something real in the nature of art.
Jon Burroughs (Domhnall Gleeson) is an untalented musician from a safe, affluent background, and he thinks that the reason his music is no good is that he's never had to struggle with anything in his life. He believes that creativity springs from trauma. He is offered the opportunity to join the eccentric band of Frank Sidebottom (Michael Fassbender), and together they go out…
I wanted to revisit this after seeing Room to see if there was anything connecting these two wildly different film from Abrahamson.
His strength as a director is throwing the audience into the perspective of a character with a completely authentic voice from the outset. This ties into the way he feeds information to audience. There is always just the perfect amount of inferring to be done to create a wonderfully engaging experience.
The first time I saw this was the moment I realised I'll always love seeing Scoot McNairy & Domhnall Gleeson pop up.
charming and cute but not anything spectacular
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
This film just keeps on giving. Every time I delve into this film more meaning presents itself and the more I love it.
Yes, its an offbeat comedy but only on the surface. Once you accept the silliness (whilst not totally discounting it) the ideas of what it means to be creative, sane, artistic really begin to appear. The film is also deliciously meta in its meaning and symbols too. Abrahamson does not play down to his audience but encourages them to step up to the plate and figure it out - some may not have the patience; I just can't get enough of it.
This is truly sculpting with time.
Sometimes people are different because they talk in dissimilar ways, come from different areas or like different things. And sometimes they're different because they wear a giant fibreglass head at all hours. Such is the case of Frank (Michael Fassbender), charismatic and mysterious leader of band “the Soronprfbs”, who hastily bring on wannabe songwriter Jon (Domnhall Gleeson) as keyboardist after their previous bandmate tries to drown himself.
Frank is a delightfully weird film that celebrates the spirit of an outsider. It's about the power of difference to inspire purpose, determination and even dreams of grandeur. In a world that values popularity and fame for its own sake, the veneer of being 'different' is all too often spun into currency for…
I'm not really sure if Frank has anything to say about much of anything. It lingers endlessly on the anguish of the creative process, dabbles in the not-so-healthy relationship we believe exists between mental illness and creative greatness and in the end doesn't quite know how to wrap itself up.
Maybe the lesson Frank is supposed to teach us is that living in pain isn't necessary for the creative process to work, or maybe I'm projecting.
In the end, Frank doesn't do much of anything substantive. It's not funny, it's not all that impactful and its weirdness is all too reminiscent of the musical festival where the third act gets going. Much like the city of Austin, Frank seems obsessed with its own weirdness without really knowing why it cares so much.
Still, I can appreciate the commitment to the weirdness, even if I don't really understand it.
I've been meaning to watch this for years. And my god was it worth it. This just reminds me again why Fassbender is such a great actor. I still haven't seen a movie that Dohnmall Gleason isn't great in. Everyone is great in this. (Pleasant Grin)
Eine absurde, komische und irgendwie tragisch-schöne Liebeserklärung an die Musik.
Faszinierend wie Michael Fassbender mit einem übergestülpten Pappmaché-Kopf so ausdrucksstark sein kann.
Though Domhnall Gleeson manages to have a pretty versatile career (considering his very specific appearance) and has made a diverse range of projects so far, Frank only further confirms my suspicion that his true home is in comedy.
***EDIT (March 30, 2014)***
Wow! I never would have expected that I'd get anywhere close to 100 likes on this…
A movie poster rainbow.