Youth Without Youth - Sure, whatever

We were without a Netflix title in our possession the other night, but had the time to kill for a movie, and so decided to take a stroll to the local video store. Their Blu-Ray library has grown, and one title The Girl came across that looked semi-interesting was a film called Youth Without Youth. It sounded familiar because I had come across it somewhere in my readings online, and hey, Francis Ford Coppola Directed the sum’ bitch, so we opted for it.

Mistake mistake mistake. This movie… how shall I put it? Blew? It blew? I think that about describes it. The premise was kinda cool insofar as they attempted to define it, but the problem was it really went nowhere and they never did define it. I spend the movie trying to figure out what was going on. Was the main character psychotic? Magic? To me it seemed like they couldn’t quite decide themselves, so they jumped back & forth between the two concepts. I mean, define it one way or the other for your audience and get on with the story. Set boundaries. Define your subject. If you’re trying to have us contemplate humanity, it’s kinda hard when we’re still trying to figure out which plane of reality we’re supposed to be on. Define the subject!

That never happened though, and the movie just sort of rambles on to a point where you’re wondering where the hell it’s going to go. And then it suddenly it just ends, and you’re thinking “ah, so it was psychosis, which still explains so very little” only to have it throw another magical element at the very end that’s supposed to have a twist of symbolism in it that you get is symbolism but you don’t get how or what of, and you’re wondering all over again, magic? Or Psychosis? And the answer is really much simpler than that:

Crappy Movie.

Or more accurately, Crappy Movie trying to masquerade as ‘artistic.’ Seriously, save yourself the despair - rent another instead.

Peace.