Mary Conti’s review published on Letterboxd:
It's not you Frances Ha, it's me.
Oh who am I kidding? It's totally you.
Reading most of the reviews for Frances Ha, I find there is one thing about this film we agree on: Greta Gerwig is great and extremely likable in this, and makes the film enjoyable to watch. Which is fine, except for the fact that the film around her is just as aimless and unassuming as she is, and that is not a thing good films should have.
Frances Ha, in a way that recalls the American indie landscape of the 80s headlined by Jim Jarmusch, is a film comfortable in being a collection of deleted scenes. The difference between Baumbach and Jarmusch is that Jarmusch liked to make the deleted scenes aspect of his films BE the point. Here it's just a style, and it's a style that's robbing a narrative of some well needed momentum, even if the film is so incredibly fast paced (Blink and Frances is already in a new living situation).
Of course, Frances Ha is a film about a woman who is "aimless", but that doesn't mean the film around her has to be. As it stands, it's all just a series of amusing bits that vaguely connect to each other until Baumbach and Gerwig shove in a conclusion all in the span of 2 minutes (and I'm being generous). Frances Ha is supposedly a coming of age film, and I like that idea, but don't shove that coming of age factor in the most contrived way possible and expect me to think it's not completely lazy.
Also, for a film people have been calling joyous, there's only two scenes that carry any real joy: Frances dancing through the streets, and the ending. Everything else has Gerwig moping around.