The first thing you need to know about Frank, the movie and the man, is that the head never comes off--not in bed, not in the shower, not during dinner and certainly not during a performance. The "head" is a giant mask that looks like something straight out of Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade. But it's a fool's errand to tag Frank as "a movie about that guy with that head." There's much more here; and honestly, I'm still trying to figure out how much more is behind the mask--both literally and figuratively.
Michael Fassbender portrays Frank, the enigmatic lead singer of a band with an unpronounceable name: The Sonoprfbs. If any of this sounds or looks familiar, Frank is based on real-life eccentric rocker Chris Sievey, a.k.a. Frank Sidebottom, frontman of '80s British post-punk band The Freshies (Freshies keyboardist Peter Straughan co-wrote the screenplay).
Buried inside that funny/ghostly head is a fully realized performance by Fassbender, who treads the razor-thin tightrope of madness and brilliance in one of the most unique, puzzling, hilarious, infuriating films of 2014.
Frank, which examines the psyche of mad genius, will be an instant cult classic. I've seen it twice, and because of the way it haunts me, I'm certain I'll return yet again.