Tom Elrod’s review published on Letterboxd :
"I don't know you."
Someone (sorry, can't remember who) said about Phillip Seymour Hoffman in a remembrance of him that he acted with his whole body, whereas most actors today don't act from the neck down. I wouldn't include Gerwig in that category. She's Hoffman-esque in terms of total body control. Frances's awkwardness extends from head to toe. She doesn't really know what to do with her limbs when she's not dancing, so they always feel kind of randomly laid about and in the way. It's a perfect encapsulation of Frances herself, how she feels about and how she approaches her life: unsure not just what to make of it but what to DO with it. The big exception is her estatic run/dance down the street to David Bowie, one of the few times in the film she can be totally comfortable and totally herself.