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It’s Woody Allen’s Fault

Noah Baumbach’s new Frances Ha shows the fate of a generation enamored of the nebbishy narcissist

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Adam Driver and Greta Gerwig in Frances Ha. (Pine District, LLC)
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A 2006 Woody Allen film festival in Manhattan screened more than 30 of the New York master’s movies. One writer tried to go to every one of them.

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The willingness to make sacrifices should be an essential trait in any sympathetic protagonist, so the fact that we let this slide with Allen (who, unlike Seinfeld or David, we’re unquestionably meant to root for) is worth pondering. We buy into Allen’s balking state of mind because he surrounds himself with people who buy into it as well, and it comforts us that a man who indulges in so many of his worst impulses could also be so smart, successful, sensitive and witty. When Allen says that his masturbation is “sex with someone I love,” it’s an admission of his intense narcissism—but it’s also funny, and he invites us to laugh, and so we laugh.

Baumbach strips that cushion away. His heroes do nothing but balk at necessary sacrifices. Greenberg turned down a shot at music stardom in his 20s and now spends his days ranting at the wind. In Squid, Walt (Jesse Eisenberg) humiliates himself at a school talent show by passing off Pink Floyd’s “Hey You” as his own song, insisting, “I could have written it.” For her part, Frances refuses to accept the fact that her best friend and only support system (Mickey Sumner) is drifting away from her, insisting to anyone who will listen, “Her and I are the same person but with different hair.”

What interests Baumbach is the spiritual poison that comes with trying to float through life in a state of suspended maturity. His characters believe in Allen’s self-serving promise, in the idea that one can read and sigh and kvetch all day and still find close approximations of happiness and success. But unlike Allen’s, Seinfeld’s, or David’s characters, they haven’t earned anything: They didn’t fight tooth and nail to get to where they are, and they are more likely than not to squander the opportunities available to them—as when Frances scores a Paris loft for a weekend but sleeps through her entire stay.

In recent years Allen has retreated, becoming a citizen of the world rather than solely of his own head. Still, his anachronistic promise of pontificating-to-riches is still intact: It can be seen in his 2011 megahit Midnight in Paris, when whiny time-traveling novelist Owen Wilson, counting Ernest Hemingway and Gertrude Stein among his support group, couldn’t fathom a fate worse than penning screenplays. Allen’s most recent film, To Rome With Love, even had a thankless supporting part for Gerwig as the too-good girlfriend of her fellow Baumbach-movie alum Eisenberg. Her cheery blandness gives her neurotic partner leeway to satisfy his romantic urges with another woman, which is how relationships tend to fall apart in Allen’s films.

Meanwhile, Frances will dance through the streets of New York, young and bursting with a wealth of thoughts but no clue. She’s another wandering member of Noah Baumbach’s Lost Tribe, in search of a hermetically sealed fantasyland that was promised to her by the pied piper of Manhattan.

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julis123 says:

It’s actually much simpler. Allen’s films used to be funny (Now they’re just creepy) while Baumbach’s are simply uncomfortable.

dizzyizzy says:

Is this article blaming the blah-ness of Allen and Baumbach on existentialism? Albert Camus was an existentialist too, but his The Plague was hardly despairing. There is a lost generation today, and its most revealing expression is anything on HBO and Showtime, for instance GIRLS. I wrote about the latter and transgressiveness here: http://clarespark.com/2012/07/29/girls-or-the-new-lost-generation/. “GIRLS, or the new lost generation.”

beniyyar says:

I might enjoy Allen’s if they had any real content, as it is, Woody Allen’s films are just boring.

Andrew says:

Great analysis! Whether you’re rooting for Baumbach’s and Allen’s characters or not, there’s just something irresistible about them a lot of the time – in both Director’s better films of course. Looking forward to seeing “Frances Ha!”

1prophetspeaks says:

I invite you to read and comment on my article
Re-arranging the garbage – on psychiatry & other iles
http://www.1prophetspeaks.blogspot.com/2013/05/re-arranging-garbage_19.html
Was inspired by a story about Woody re-arranging piles of garbage for a shoot in Stardust Memories. I thought “he’s been re-arranging the same garbage for 50 years in his films. Psychiatry is also complete garbage. see if it makes You laugh.

Michael Stein says:

I was always more of a Mel Brooks fan myself.

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