Perfectly terrible. Terribly perfect.
I felt such personal authenticity in everything Noah Baumbach put in to and got out of this film, but he failed spectacularly in execution. Though terrible in its grammar, editing, acting, and strained writing, Frances Ha is perfect in its encapsulation of the filmmakers' views of New York, of life, and of the mumblecore Woody Allen heirs that would try but miss so spectacularly. If I ever have a student-film disaster, I'd hope it is as good as this,