# another frank 2014 movie review > i say tell everyone everything > ~ 'frank' summary: an otherwise enjoyable hip little try-hard flick one could comfortably buy from / watch inside ikea - inducing mildly acidic philosophical bile in intelligent viewers despite having all the answers needed for instant complete rejection prominently on display the trailer alone failed in turning away those with fully functioning critical facilities; it must of been falsely read as somehow 'seductive' or 'intriguing' // video here thing is everyone in this movie wears / represents a large empty (yet neatly air conditioned) papier-mâche head and it's impossible to tell them apart starring: domhnall gleeson - who as maggie gyllenhaal's dour faced character ("c***!") says - really does need punching in the face for being a talentless effortlessly self-centred little heel (yet as opposed to who?) ir unbroken 'confused / incredulous out-of-place english twit' look makes you want to casually set ir ginger skull on fire oh the movie also stars two worthless mumbling too-cool-for-school cyphers from france things this movie might not be the only people who like "frank" are those all too automatically willing to consider themselves in the same kinds of laughable terms as its gushing reviews > cool mysterious and enigmatic - a sombre rumination underplayed with a charismatic deadpan hilarity - a weirdly touching human fable of artistic angst and aspiration > a meditation on fame - a darkly comedic manifesto against the cultural status quo both empathetic and engaging > an offbeat psychological comedy / off-balance dramedy wholly natural and yet surprisingly subversive though hard lessons in quirky self discovery what's dislikable about frank? it's as though someone hip and ultra-cynical from amerika had vaguely heard about the wonderful frank sidebottom and make a cheap sickly heart warming (yet 'quirky and offbeat!') fibreglass knockoff of what they mistakenly thought was funny about.. art life. ("you know - cool / weird stuff like that") it's also an awful portrayal of mental illness so badly written and unclearly acted / directed that viewers are unable or unwilling to tell when the film is being serious or funny - or is merely doing 'serious' or 'funny' to show off its innate cleverness that in many ways is the core ideology of frank - a stupid oversized head featuring an unreadable face blank eyes as soulless as a chicken's - onto which may be terribly projected any number of false values - the main one being that one even remotely needs to. a term for this could be "soronprfbic" frank says "tell everyone everything" but since ey wears a mask we're supposed to think ir's somehow the real deal(tm) precisely because ey wears one; yet the plain fact of ir illness is just as un-hidden to himself just as the personal illusions of the other band members (re: ir talent) are also hidden in plain site for them the rudimentary director of this delusionally self-amused 'spaß ist pflicht' road trip to nowhere in particular should be put in stocks in timperley and forced to watch garden state on repeat term: 'soronprfbs' soronprfbs: naked displays of ikea realism; largely meaningless cultural excretions / hip escapades some imagine are 'cool quirky and offbeat'(tm) - which nobody needs to know about let alone know how to pronounce 'correctly' or otherwise > apparently the worst thing you can do with this kind of thing is encourage it ~ frank's parents // republic of bob