Llewyn Davis, the struggling folk singer at the center of "Inside Llewyn Davis," had a cat that he didn’t particularly want. Frank, the struggling avant-garde rocker at the heart of the movie bearing his name, has a giant papier-mache head that he can’t live without and wears everywhere. All the time.

Both Llewyn and Frank may embody the spirit of the difficult musician, but Frank -- despite, or maybe even because of, that big, fake head -- is a more empathetic and engaging character, making "Frank," the movie, a more bleakly funny yet ultimately touching film.

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Frank is told through the eyes of Jon (Domhnall Gleeson), a keyboard player and wanna-be songwriter whose dreams are bigger than his talents. But he gets his chance at the stardom he craves after stumbling across a man trying to commit suicide in the ocean. As it turns out, the guy plays keyboards in an underground band with a name, the Soronprfbs, as unpronouncable as a Welsh town. As he’s hustled off to an ambulance, it’s clear the group will need a replacement and mercurial manager Don (Scoot McNairy) hires Jon on the spot.

That’s how Jon is sucked into this rabbit hole of easily wounded egos, half-empty gigs, noise masquerading as music, a larger Twitter following, and a slot at South by Southwest.

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In addition to Frank (Michael Fassbender), who’s obviously hiding a lot under that heavy mask, there are the other band members to deal with.


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Clara (Maggie Gyllenhaal), Frank’s caretaker of sorts, never cracks a smile and can’t stand Jon; she sees him for the musical empty suit that he is. Baraque (Francois Civil), who only speaks French, and Nana (Carla Azar) are no more welcoming.

But Frank takes a liking to Jon and begins to lean on his more commercial, banal instincts. It sets up the tension between doubling down on the original vision or selling out -- a push-pull that has bedeviled musicians, and artists in general, since forever.

Jon is the audience’s surrogate but it’s Frank who holds its attention, thanks to a striking performance from Fassbender, who has to generate emotion without using an actor’s most visible asset: his face.

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Directed by Lenny Abrahamson and based loosely on the experiences of co-screenwriter Jon Ronson -- who was in a group called Frank Sidebottom Oh Blimey Big Band whose leader, yes, wore a giant head -- Frank has the feel of someone who has been there. But Ronson has said that the film is meant to be less autobiographical and more of a tribute to the likes of Sidebottom, legendary musician Captain Beefheart, comedian Andy Kaufman and Texas’ own singer-songwriter Daniel Johnston -- personalities whose ambitions conflicted with the mainstream and those around them. Yet it also doesn’t shy away from the fact that Frank has deep issues that go beyond being a misunderstood genius.

Rated R -- strong language, sexual content

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FRANK (R). Directed by Lenny Abrahamson; written by Jon Ronson and Peter Straughan, based on a newspaper article by Jon Ronson. A Magnolia Pictures release. Beginning Friday at Little Cinema (Berkshire Museum, Pittsfield). 1 hour 38 minutes

Jon Domhnall Gleeson

Clara Maggie Gyllenhaal

Don Scoot McNairy

Frank Michael Fassbender

Nana Carla Azar

Baraque Frangois Civil