Tim Roth
Writer: Francis Ford Coppola (screenplay), Mircea Eliade (novella)
Director: Francis Ford Coppola
Notable Actors: Tim Roth, Alexandra Maria Lara, Bruno Ganz
Youth Without Youth is the rarest of things. It is an idea so brilliant the product presented both dwindles and lives up to expectations as your mind sees all the routes the base idea could have taken both during and long after the initial viewing.
It’s been a long time since I’ve felt the need to describe anything as intoxicating. This is. The turns lead on a highway rollercoaster which makes you feel sick and tired, but all such nonsense is overcome by the senses brought on by simply being enthralled.
Direction is superb with shots beautifully, and no doubt lovingly, crafted. There is not an actor who is anything but spot on. Tim Roth especially plays the lead with an inhumane humanity, a naturalistic yet completely imagined style. His performance alone is breathtakingly incredible at every turn.
The entire time I was itching to google it to find out more, forcing myself several times over to wait until the ending for fear of stray spoilers. Not since Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll have I felt the need to see a film again long before it even ended, and back then I thought that was a first and last. When it ended I was so thoroughly exhausted from that first viewing that no matter how much I wanted to dive back in I knew I had to stop myself until I could process things fully. Give me a few weeks or months but believe that it will be with dire straits that I force myself to wait to see this again.
Makes you bloody wonder. Philosophically...who do you agree with? Which part of yourself triumphs? Which is evil? Is evil a reality or is it merely a name we give to the more practical side of ourselves our morals disagree with? The philosophy student in me coming out there, although that wasn’t all this film catered for. It truth, it caters for everything. Its wonders cannot be expressed.
I am in awe, at time of writing, and hope to be in twenty years’ time. Rewinding multiple scenes multiple times to understand them was not a chore but a ruthless joy inexplicable in its lack of mercy. Even the make-up’s incredibly done. I never saw Benjamin Button, but I feel as if whatever they did the hype surrounding it is all rather stale, now, when the reflection of this genius is brought into place.
Is Inception like this? Everything illuminated, every beautiful? Every sequence, every scene, every shot, every inch of dialogue? Something which grants a view so close to the edge of society you know you need to step so far back because if you get any closure you’ll see all its evils, all its beauty, and the parallels and magician’s fury at odds will fuck with your mind. Is it equally too much? This is far too much. It will never be anywhere near enough.
We have reached the ending. I am breathless. And I shiver.
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