Franklyn is abrim with ideas, and subtext, and, like, parallels and, and, I don't even fucking know. Unfortunately it's much too much for scriptwriter/director Gerald McMorrow to handle with anything resembling clarity, making Franklyn a messy endeavor. Laudable for shooting for the stars, but its inability to bring emotional weight (or anything more than surface-level understanding) leaves it disposable.
I can't even really give a synopsis; things crucial to a synopsis aren't revealed in the story until the hour mark, making them too spoilery to casually banter about. So I guess what you might need to know coming into Franklyn is that it's set in two different worlds and follows about four separate storylines.
As such, there's a very disjointed…