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Frank: Sundance Review

Frank Sundance Film Still - H 2014

The Bottom Line

Self-conscious quirkiness centered on a musician who never takes off his large cartoon-face head.

Venue

Sundance Film Festival (Premieres)

Cast 

Domhnall Gleeson,  Michael Fassbender, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Scoot McNairy

Director

Lenny Abrahamson

Irish director Lenny Abrahamson's film centers on an ill-fated band’s attempt to record a new album and head from Ireland to Austin to appear at South by Southwest.

Whimsy and madness mix for an very unappetizing cocktail indeed in Frank, a gently eccentric account of an avant-garde band whose leader wears a large artificial head with a cartoon face painted on it. Irish director Lenny Abrahamson clearly means to beguile with this weird mix of moods and methods -- goofy comedy here, sudden slashes of tragedy there, momentary eruptions of musical inspiration overshadowed by admitted mediocrity -- but the mash-up of elements combine with a singularly unpleasant roster of characters to create a work of genuinely off-putting quirkiness. Particularly gullible younger audiences and fringe music fans might synch up with the sensibility here to create a modest cult following, but on any serious level this oddball creation doesn’t cut it.

Co-screenwriter Jon Ronson drew on his own newspaper article and personal memories of the late cult musician Chris Sievey to collaborate with Peter Straughan on this little odyssey about an ill-fated band’s attempt to record a new album and head from Ireland to Austin to appear at South by Southwest. Hobbling both the venture and the film is the invited intrusion of Jon (Domhnall Gleeson), a young English lad, into a very out-there band with the deliberately unpronounceable name of the Soronprfbs. An amusing opening sequence shows the carrot-topped kid making up inane lyrics to potential songs based on everything he sees while walking on the street. You’d think the boy has nowhere to go but up from here, but fat chance; he’s a genius just waiting -- and waiting -- for genuine inspiration to hit.

Still, when the unpronounceables need an emergency keyboard player, Jon is in the right place at the right time. The gig is a disaster but Jon is nonetheless invited to join them in Ireland, where they have obtained a secluded country house by the water where they will shortly record a sure-to-be-mind-blowing album.

Comprising the unit under seeming manager Don (Scoot McNairy) are the very scary and hostile theremin player Clara (Maggie Gyllenhaal), French bassist Baraque (Francois Civil) and drummer Nana (Carla Azar). And then there is Frank, the brains behind it all, a fellow who was seemingly once under treatment in a mental hospital but is, most of the time, most genial, even if he doesn’t ever show his face. Frank is played by Michael Fassbender and, while it would be an unforgivable spoiler to advise whether the actor ever shows his own face here, it is fair to say that the actor who gave his most exposed performance in Shame gives his most concealed one here.

Given his purported history of medical problems, one can assume Frank is hiding something, from others as well as perhaps from himself. All the same, he is respected and revered by his bandmates, even if Clara is exasperated by the generous acceptance and encouragement Frank gives to Jon, who still exhibits no signs of talent at all.

But perhaps Frank has his reasons, particularly when, with nothing recorded after their allotted month in the house, Jon pitches in with an inherited nest egg to sustain them there for some time to come. Eventually, snippets of interesting work get heard, but it’s impossible to know what they’ve really got when, due to Jon’s enterprising tweeting about their oh-so-cool activities, they land a gig at the SXSW festival in Texas, where they head at the film’s 53-minute mark.

As the date of their appearances approaches, things go from bad to worse; band members quit and, at the last minute, Frank goes into a tailspin, his mental problems clearly reasserting themselves. On top of that, Jon must finally admit that he has no musical talent, that his dream was unjustified. For some reason, Frank always liked having him around, but his influence has, as he himself admits, been destructive.

The musical number played at the very end has a haunting quality that sends the film out on one of its better notes, but it doesn’t disguise the fool’s errand most of it has been. This is an odd work, to be sure, that may touch some people in a certain way that will be meaningful to them. There are fleeting moments of pleasure: A Viking-style funeral for a departed bandmember, an enjoyably ferocious performance by Gyllenhaal, random passages of music. But the best feeling is putting most of it out of your mind as quickly as possible.

Production: Element Pictures, Runaway Fridge
Cast: Domhnall Gleeson, Maggie Gyllenhaal, Scoot McNairy, Michael Fassbender, Francois Civil, Carla Azar, Tess Harper, Bruce McIntosh, Hayley Derryberry, Lauren Poole
Director: Lenny Abrahamson
Screenwriters: Jon Ronson, Peter Straughan (based on the original newspaper article by Jon Ronson)
Producers: Ed Guiney, David Barron, Stevie Lee
Executive producers: Tessa Ross, Katherine Butler, Andrew Lowe, Nigel Williams
Director of photography: James Mather
Production designer: Richard Bullock
Costume designer: Suzie Harman
Editor: Nathan Nugent
Music: Stephen Rennicks
No rating, 95 minutes