Claire Shaffer’s review published on Letterboxd :
When a post-1970 black-and-white film begins with sudden jump cuts between scenes and upper-middle-class white people living in New York trying to figure out what to do with their life, the comparisons to Manhattan immediately start flowing from my brain. While not quite hitting the charm or full ensemble gusto that Woody Allen's masterpiece had, Frances Ha still retains some of that film's best qualities, particularly the main character who, by all accounts, should be utterly detestable, yet somehow feels so heartfelt and honest that you can't help but empathize with them. This is one of those films that reads like a book, and in Frances Ha's case it would be novella of abrupt, quirky vignettes. If that doesn't sound like your type of book, then this won't be your type of movie.