Like watching a cinematic BuzzFeed article for 85 minutes.
Greta Gerwig stars as Frances, an annoying, eccentric, self-absorbed, selfish, clingy brat who is trying to find her place as a dancer in New York. The objective of Greenberg, being the only other Noah Baumbauch film I've seen, was ostensibly to make an incredibly irritating and pretentious character somewhat likeable, is apparent in this film as well. Frances fits in perfectly well with the vain, quirky hipster movement of nowadays, and it may be apparent that this is why I disliked her so much.
When her just as bothersome roommate Sophie hints at maybe seeing the light and leaving her apartment in New York for a more fancy one in Tribeca, Frances piles on the whole "woe is me" story, indignant that Sophie is leaving their shitty apartment and her stuck-in-an-emotional-rut roommate. Sophie meets a nice, settled-down guy called Patch, but Baumbach and his cast treat him like he's some kind of hostile alien. Patch seems to be the only character with his head screwed on, but this film obviously has no time for schmucks like him. No, Sophie should stay with her self-centred, bitter, jealous friend who tries to drink her less-than-dire financial and romantic problems away, because what the hell does Patch know?
Frances Ha is pretentious to the max because Baumbach, being an independent filmmaker, knows this is the kind of nonsense the acoustic music loving, cinnamon smelling, flannelette wearing, River Phoenix watching youth of today will flock to. If you live in the real world, I doubt Frances Ha will appeal to you. If you're off with the fairies in your draped bedroom with a Pink Floyd record on your hand-me-down grandmother's player and Nietzsche books you've never read on your bedside table, you'll probably relate to the selfish and ignorant characters on screen.