Youth Without Youth, Francis Ford Coppola's self-financed return to the fray, is a curious projectwell-crafted, personal, and movie-movie old-fashioned even in its vanguard aspirations. Simply put, it's a Faustian romance about the reversal of time and transmigration of souls which, shot mainly in Romania, adds a soupçon of Balkan chic and anti-Nazi iconography to its rich stew of twaddle.
Coppola's source is a novella by the historian of religion Mircea Eliade (19071986). A more scholarly sort of Joseph Campbell, long ensconced at the University of Chicago, Eliade provided what might have been footnotes to Marvel comics Thor and Dr. Strange; back in the day, his The Sacred and the Profane and The Myth of the Eternal Return were earnestly pondered by academic acid-heads like myself. But the professor had a second life, composing fictions akin to Borgesian brain-twisters.
Youth Without Youth, which Eliade wrote late in life, is one of these. Dominic Matei (Tim Roth) is an aging professor of linguistics and a self-described failure. It's Easter Day 1938 with "War Clouds Over Romani," per the newspaper headline. The weather is freakish. Dominic is actually planning to kill himselfwhen he's struck by lightning. "A man who survives being struck by lighting is completely changed," Eliade observed in an account of Siberian shamans. "He is a new man." So it is with Dominic. He suffers massive burns, yet his hair grows back luxuriantly and his rotting teeth are replaced by new ones.
Youth Without Youth
Written and directed by Francis Ford Coppola
Sony Pictures Classics
Opens December 14
Inexplicably younger and immeasurably smarter, the old linguist is about to have his second chance. He learns Chinese in a flash, the mystery of his newfound abilities abetted by intoxicating cimbalom music. Meanwhile, his doctor (Bruno Ganz) ponders not only this unique medical case but the international situation: "France is abandoning us to the Nazis." Romanian secret police are after Dominic and, after infiltrating a medical exam, the Nazis are too. The Gestapo plants a seductive agent (Alexandra Pirici) in the room next-door; a treacherous hottie, she's got a swastika on her garter and a copy of Mein Kampf beneath the sheets.
Coppola has made no secret that he takes Youth Without Youth personally. "I'm really a lot like the man in the movie," he eagerly told A.O. Scott in the Times. The filmmaker might as well have compared himself to Eliade, whose spiritual autobiography he's appropriated. At 70, Dominic is virtually the same age as Eliade was when he wrote the novel, which revisits the period of his flirtation with fascism. The young Eliade admired Mussolini and the local Iron Guard, calling for "a nationalist Romania, frenzied and chauvinistic, armed and vigorous." During the war, he served as a cultural attaché in Portugal (celebrating its dictator Salazar as a mystical savior).
These political indiscretions, which might have provided the basis for another sort of thriller, became widely known only after Eliade's deathand Coppola alludes to them in an oblique fashion. Whether out of a desire to protect the writer or admiration for Raiders of the Lost Ark, he ramps up the story's anti-Nazi credentials. Once it becomes known that Hitler himself is interested in "the most valuable human specimen today on the face of the earth," Dominic is spirited to neutral Switzerland, where an uncredited Matt Damon materializes as a helpful American agent, and there our hero ponders his fate: "The war rages around me. . . . My Romanian homeland has made a pact with the devil [and] I am a strange superman of the future." Indeed, this superman appears to turn the tide of war in favor of the Allies by an act of will.
A decade later, lightning strikes againand again. The ever-young octogenarian is hiking through the Alps when he encounters a new incarnation of his long-lost student love in the form of the young Swiss tourist Veronica (Alexandra Maria Lara, who played Hitler's secretary in Downfall). The sky darkens and a thunderbolt leaves her babbling in Sanskrit. Apparently, she's possessed by the soul of a seventh-century Indian princess, which doesn't impede their going off to Malta for a bit of happy canoodling. But miracles are capricious. Veronica's changes are not the same as Dominic's. She begins aging. . . .
Second childhood or old man's folly? Coppola has made more than his share of bombastic melodramas. But for all its fussy lighting, upside-down camera angles, and overwrought impressionism, Youth Without Youth is essentially playful. It's also pleasantly meandering in its largely faked locations, and drolly matter-of-fact about its mystic visions ("That stranger in your dream was probably Shiva"). Heading a dubbed Romanian cast, Roth manages the illusion of taking it all seriouslymaking up in conviction what he lacks in charisma.
From its charmingly retro credits through its Third Man atmospherics to its bingo-bongo decade-collapsing climax, Youth Without Youth is a cinematic time machineat once sillier and more desperate in its convictions than such kindred trips to the mystic East as Bertolucci's Little Buddha or Scorsese's Kundun. Variety has predicted that Youth Without Youth will translate to "cinemas without audiences," as if that were the point. This is hardly Coppola's greatest movie, but it's far from his worstits bid for a new beginning is one from the heart.
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