And I’m going to make you see it.
It hardly happens that I don’t rant so this is a very special moment on Midnight Review. I presume that you missed the very quiet release of Frank, a film which proves that the less naked Micheal Fassbender is the less audience appears in the cinema. Such a shame, because Frank is an amazing, heart-warming film that would definitely make your summer (which is over buahahahaha!) a very enjoyable one. Suckers.
Still, Frank is coming out on all the devices that these days show films next Monday so you should definitely give it another chance. And hey, maybe there is a behind the scenes footage there and Fassbender does get naked! Worth a risk. So Frank…
I love it. I’ve seen it twice and both times I loved it. It tells a weird story of a weird band seen from a perspective of a pop singer wanabee who spends his day trying to write a song and tweeting about it like he’s already written an album. Besides that he works in your typical office doing your typical fuckall. It’s a dream his life so when the possibility appears in a form of attempted suicide by one of the members of a weird band noone can pronounce the name of (you try), he literally jumps right into it, into the middle of it, the concert stage during the gig…which will turn out unsuccessful like many other gigs this band performed (or rather failed to). But Jon knows something the band members don’t know. He knows twitter.
And so begins his weird journey with the band members including the weirdest of them all, Frank. Frank is different. He has an amazing talent – something between Jim Morrison and Nick Cave of electronic music and charisma like noone else. But these are not the reasons why you wouldn’t miss Frank in the crowd. He also wears this head, this massive head on his head with large painted eyes and a mouth opened in a constant shock. Frank is weird.
Jon spends the time learning everything and nothing at the same time about Frank and the group during his nearly a year stay in the middle of nowhere where they record the newest album. And the music you hear is amazing. Frank could be watchable solely for its soundtrack. Michael Fassbender turns out to be as good of a singer as he is an actor and my little dream right now is that one day he will turn into a weird Jim Morrison-Nick Cave mix and record an album of his own.
Jon tries to reach out to Frank, make him into one of his idol. Indie bands seem to be doing fine so Jon gets a place booked for Frank and his band at the SXSW and spends time persuading them that the best they can do is become more approachable. But on the way to what Jon considers the band success stands Clara, played by Maggie Gyllenhal who head to head with Fassbender rules the whole film. She is mad, bad and electrifying. And she cares about Frank.
Frank is a short and extremely entertaining film due to its energetic editing and hypnotising music. Leonard Abrahamson (‘What Richard Did’) has proven again that he knows how to tell a story and because of his outstanding directing the weirst tale becomes the most persuasive one. It helps that Jon Ronson, the author of the article the film is based on also wrote the script. There is a lot of heart in Frank and although there are some flaws and at the end of the day, the film doesn’t move the earth, it is its emotions that make it one of the most memorable of the year.