Film

Frances

Name: Frances
Genre: Drama
Released: 1982
Cast: Jessica Lange, Sam Shepard, Kim Stanley, Bart Burns, Christopher Pennock

Biopic
Very dark

Frances Farmer's Hollywood rise and fall, told as a tragedy of ambition, illness, and institutional cruelty. Jessica Lange is extraordinary—furious, vulnerable, articulate about her own unraveling. Graeme Clifford's film is unflinching about mental health, power, and the machinery that crushes inconvenient women. Essential, difficult, and very much of its era in the best way.

TMDb rating

3.4

Should you watch it?

Watch it if you want a stubborn, unflinching portrait of a defiant woman boxed in by Hollywood's machinery, anchored by Jessica Lange's raw, committed performance.

Skip it if the film runs long and grim, and its bleakest stretches can feel punishing rather than cathartic if you need some warmth to keep going.

What it asks of you: Its two hours and twenty minutes unfold at a deliberate, heavy pace, with long scenes that let the discomfort sit and build.

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