Youth Without Youth
dir. Francis Ford Coppola
Opens Fri Jan 1
Fox Tower
Without a doubt, Youth Without Youth means a shit-ton
to director Francis Ford Coppola—but that’s the first and last place you’ll find much meaning in this impressive mess of a film. Based
on the novella of the same name by Mircea Eliade, Coppola’s epic take
on the sci-fi/drama/romance genre (à la The Fountain) is
about as personal and convoluted as a 12-year-old girl’s diary.
Coppola’s film—his first in a decade—is impressive in its
audacity, but it ultimately fails to provide audiences with any clue as
to what’s at stake.
Tim Roth stars as Dominic, a mopey 74-year-old linguistics professor
in pre-WWII Europe. Literally moments away from taking his own life,
Dominic is struck by lightning, which rejuvenates his body and enhances
his intelligence. Reborn, Dominic becomes a specimen of interest for
the Nazis; finds his past love (Alexandra Maria Lara); faces
immortality; and talks to himself incessantly.
The indecipherable plot of Youth Without Youth is secondary
to Coppola’s grand scope and vision: His operatic aesthetics and
spot-on homages to old Universal Studios monster flicks make the film
nearly impossible to forget, even days after walking out of the
theater. But Coppola gets lost in this personal world, losing
perspective on the big picture—and leaving the audience outside
in the cold. COURTNEY FERGUSON
The Bucket List
dir. Rob Reiner
Opens Fri Jan 11
Various Theaters
The Bucket List? Seriously? Who fucking green-lit that
title? Can you imagine actually walking up to the box office and being
all, “Yes, um, I would like two tickets for The Bucket List,
please”? I’m embarrassed just typing it.
Surely this isn’t meant to be a review of a movie title, but The
Bucket List‘s very name is strangely indicative of the kind of
awkward misfire clearly behind the boardroom gavel drop that set this
mess out to spawn. “All right, so we got this sort of morbid, geriatric
Odd Couple thing going, okay? So we need like one guy to convey
the sage wisdom of the humble poor, but the thing is, he’s got to be
old too. Hmmm… I got it! Morgan Freeman! And we’ll get him to do that
cool voiceover thing he always does at the beginning and the end of
every movie he’s in. This is shaping up nicely.”
Soon they’ve got rich asshole Jack Nicholson (who, frankly, looks
like he might actually be dying) coughing blood into a handkerchief
like he’s one of the Brontë sisters or something, and then
rattling off Nicholsonisms that lost their cool about the time that he
started to look like Mickey Rooney. There is also a mind-blowingly
ill-conceived skydiving scene. If you have even a marginal interest in
paying to see this film, you deserve what you get. ZAC PENNINGTON
25th Reel Music Festival
dirs. Various
Fri Jan 11-Sun Feb 3
Northwest Film Center’s Whitsell Auditorium
That ol’ chestnut about “There’s something for everyone!” is
pretty cringe inducing at this point, but ah, why the hell not: There
really is something for everyone at the Northwest Film Center’s
25th annual Reel Music Festival, which features films on everyone from
Mozart to Otis Redding.
Some promising-sounding selections: The Other Side of the Mirror:
Bob Dylan at Newport (Fri Jan 11, 8:30 pm) offers some insights
into Dylan, while Amazing Journey: The Who (Sat Jan 12, 9 pm)
examines the rock band’s legacy. (The musical legacy, mind you,
not the kiddie porn one.) Respect Yourself: The Stax Records
Story (Tues Jan 15, 7 pm) delves into the landmark Memphis soul
label, while legendary collector Harry Smith gets his dues in The
Old, Weird America: Harry Smith’s Anthology of American Folk Music (Thurs Jan 17, 6:30 pm). Upcoming weeks have some standouts, too: the
Roky Erickson doc You’re Gonna Miss Me (Fri Jan 18, 9 pm); Peter
Bogdanovich’s four-hour(!) look at Tom Petty, Runnin’ Down a
Dream (Sat Jan 19, 2 pm); and My Name Is Albert Ayler (Tues
Jan 22, 7 pm), a look at the brilliant jazz saxophonist.
For the Mercury’s take on Reel Music’s films, see Film
Shorts on pg. 43. Hit nwfilm.org for
more info. ERIK HENRIKSEN