A very enjoyable record of a singular personality, of a kind that is rapidly disappearing from the face of the earth.

Hilarious and enjoyable, both the dialogues and the music. Fran's a great observer of many things, with a combination of sharpness and humour that has already become rare.

um humor envelhecido, mas muito bom

Entertaining chats. I wish the lighting guy had done something so the people on stage didn't have to cover their eyes.

Fran Lebowitz fans--I've been one since the '70's--will love this, and your enjoyment will depend largely on how you feel about her. This provides compelling evidence that directors belong behind the camera, not in front of it. Scorsese's loud guffawing at almost everything she says is grating. And whose idea was it to have Spike Lee interview her? She is so far out of his league intellectually and culturally it feels like a bad joke. I didn't think it was possible to like him less than before.

I haven't heard of Fran Lebowitz before this documentary. She's a very interesting woman with unique take on world. And it's filmed in New York which I adore from countless movies and series. Her whole acting grumpy is a lot better now than from what we saw on her earlier, younger appearances. She does seem overly pessimistic on some things and overly annoyed at others, but hey, that's what makes her - her. And I love Scorsese's contagious laugh, he clearly adores her.

One of those works I'm obsessed with and I don't quite understand why. Half the time you might disagree with her thinking "Nah, that's some flimsy reasoning," yet there's something captivating about the way she makes observations and how she drifts from one unusually strong opinion to another with childlike honesty. She knows she "gets yelled out" and she can't stop broadcasting her cynicism.

I probably would have enjoyed this a lot more if I was ten years younger or thirty years older. I find Lebowitz's personality compelling, but her takes seem less sizzling hot and more half-baked than the documentary (desperately, desperately) wants you to think. Anybody else feel like clawing their eyes out when Fran and Spike started debating the artistic merit of Michael Jordan?