A grand portrait of desire for youth and its rather shallow, inconsequential nature
By Roopa Barua
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Youth (2015) - By Paolo Sorrentino |
IMDb Ratings: 7.8
Genre: Drama
Cast: Michael Caine, Harvey Kietel, Rachel Weisz
Country: Italy | France | Switzerland | UK
Country: Italy | France | Switzerland | UK
Language: English
Runtime: 118 min
Color: Color
Summary: Fred and Mick, two old friends, are on vacation in an elegant hotel at the foot of the Alps. Fred, a composer and conductor, is now retired. Mick, a film director, is still working. They look with curiosity and tenderness on their children's confused lives, Micks enthusiastic young writers, and the other hotel guests. While Mick scrambles to finish the screenplay for what he imagines will be his last important film, Fred has no intention of resuming his musical career. But someone wants at all costs to hear him conduct again.
Youth is a gentle
breeze, youth is the petals of a flower, youth is walking softly on dewdrops,
youth is smooth alabaster skin, youth is lithe, youth is buxom, youth is… a
pining.
Youth is a noun, a
verb, a metaphor or a simile.
Youth is everything
and more to the two central characters in Paolo Sorrentino’s film ‘Youth’–Retired
British music composer Mr. Fred Ballinger (Michael Caine) and film director
Mick (Harvey Keitel).
Set up in the
grandest tradition of majestic Italian cinema in the footfall of the maestros Fellini,
Bertolucci and Rosselini, Sorrento weaves us a magical tapestry of pining for
youth. In this film, both the pining for youth and youth itself stand facing
each other. The pining and the reality stare each other in the face and often
question and tease each other.
Youth is very similar
stylistically to Sorrentino’s Oscar-winning film ‘The Great Beauty' which also
revolved around the trial and tribulations of an ageing man who lived in the spotlight.
Sorrentino’s operatic and stylized treatment of his work has become synonymous
with his films and this film treats on the same ground with exuberance and
flourish in its style.
Fred and Mick are
vacationing in a Swiss medspa with Leda (Rachel Weissz) who is Fred’s daughter.
Leda has just been let go by her husband—Mick’s son for a woman ‘who is better
in bed’. And then we have the rest of the ensemble cast in the hotel—a young
actor (Paul Dano) prepping for his next role, a completely out of shape
football star (Maradonna, anyone?) and the reigning Miss Universe who is given
a free stay at the hotel as part of a bag of goodies for winning the
crown.
Caine as Fred has
been asked to play one of his significant pieces—one of his earlier
masterpieces ‘Simple Songs’ for the Queen of England but he refuses because he
wrote it only for his wife. She can perform no more. So he turns down the
Queen’s invitation.
He starts questioning
Keitel’s involvement with a girl named Gilda whom they were both fond of as
youngsters. Never mind that they are both now nearing eighty and discussions of
teenage intimacy are beyond any relevance. He just has to know whether Keitel got
to have a more intimate relationship with Gilda. It just bothers him and stays
fixed in his mind. The nostalgia for youth and his constant quest to find the
most invisible moments that ever existed leads him to constantly meander
through obtuse territories of teenage love, early marital love, virility,
alertness, and, yes finally bodily functions.
At every step of the way, he is a pained soul who lives completely in
the present and hopes to find the past in it. His is a disillusioned face
breaking into a taciturn smile, grandfatherly in his approach and almost always
serenely happy when he encounters a young beauty. Subliminal he is every
passing moment.
And then the imagery
and visions start… into a Fellini-like world we enter—the symmetrical elderlies
in the hot tub and sauna, the sensuous masseuse in her abundance, the solarized
images of old male guests getting young girls or the lack thereof, the Miss
Universe catching all unaware by her nudity, the failing football star practicing
football with a tennis ball… the list goes on into the territory of the freak
and the bizarre as just as a grand Italian maestro could do. And the relentless
music score that just about levitates every freak visual to the extreme.
Keitel’s character
seems to be more laidback and just a tad confused. He is writing a film with a
new cast of scriptwriters who are all young bumbling idiots. But everything
falls apart when Hollywood diva Brenda (Jane Fonda) visits him and tells him
that she cannot act in his films and gives her monologue about the state of
Hollywood. Sorrentino pegs the monologue in a surreal, exaggerated and
fantastic manner albeit with some truth.
Sorrentino plays in a
mindscape, which juxtaposes desire versus the real deal. The real deal of youth
is raw beauty but it is shallow and inconsequential. After all the hype of the
Miss Universe arriving, she gets a full frontal nudity shot and is then almost
banished from the film. The young actor is good company but he is more spent
and tired than the old ones, the young lovers are still trying to outdo each
other in the department of amour. Sorrentino keeps revisiting the masseuse in
her dance studio where she is more style than substance. The sudden visions of
youth are angular, jarring and grotesque… the swooping camera shots add to the
allure… what plays on in Caine’s mind is just some fragments of a flight of
fancy.
Caine finally comes
to terms with the fact that show must go on and he has to perform for the queen
at her invite. He surreally visits his paralyzed wife and spends a few tender
moments with her telling her everything. This is perhaps one of the most
enduring scenes in the film. The vision of the wife is one stone cold paralyzed
person… we don’t really know if she heard anything. But Caine is all effusive
and gushing… as young as one can imagine him to be... and absolutely vulnerable
too. This is one brilliant piece of acting from one of the biggest actors of
our times.
Sorrentino layers his
film with his perspective that our own relationship with the future is a
relationship we develop with ourselves. The future gives us freedom and freedom
gives us the feeling of youth. The more we stop thinking about the future, the
sooner we age. And then we look back at
what we lost never to get back again.
By some quirky
semblance of homage to an alter ego tradition, the film touches upon two genres
that seem to fade in the contemporary world… music (as represented by Caine) and
cinema (as represented by Keitel). But then they both reinvent and renew and
live on for more time to come. This is exactly the scope of the characters of
Caine and Keitel who are fading from their former glorious selves but still
seem to come back. Caine and Keitel seem to be almost a composite for Marcello
Mastroianni in Fellini’s 8½ albeit with less of a megalomaniac touch. Their
best is clearly behind them but they were significantly attempting to carry on
with their work.
Caine finally decides
to sing for the Queen at her special ceremony. Thus in the grandest flush of a
multi-piece orchestra complete with a soprano singer, he delivers his piece of
music ‘Simple Songs’ which ends up like a bad rehash of the Spice Girls meets
Miss Fifties pulp.
Sorrentino has played
largely with the surreal images in the film. A dreamscape for Leda where former
husband and his lover have a video mash up hurtling down a highway on steroids
or the St Mark’s Square in Venice, all underwater, and a soulless spa with weird
figures swimming around, he has managed to captured what we think is the
fantasy of youth or being young. Youth is simple yet conniving, sweet yet
terrifying and most importantly probably inconsequential. This is the absurdity
of Sorrentino’s film, an absurdity that almost obstructs us when we start
having empathy for the characters. A work that stands to show us the simple
power of youth and yet the totally inconsequential and transactional nature of
this power. This in itself is probably the high point of Sorrentino’s Youth.
About Author -
Roopa Barua is a fan of the cinematic medium. She seeks to discover and experience nuanced cinema that goes beyond geography and human boundaries. Roopa is also an award winning documentary filmmaker. She can be reached at roopa.kahini@gmail.com.
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This is a wonderful review. Loved this - "The pining and the reality stare each other in the face and often question and tease each other." I'll be watching this movie soon.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sakshi... appreciate it... Roopa has certainly written it beautifully! :-)
ReplyDeleteIf she will write so well, cinemagoers would 're-view' rather than view ;-) ...brilliant write up/review !!!
ReplyDeleteThanks Vijay for those kind words! :-)
ReplyDeleteNot good. Caine and Keitel were poor choices. They never get comfortable in their roles, partly because the script is implausible, but they also didn't like the mismatched characters they were chosen to play. I must admit the fabulous scene of the nude woman in a pool was breathtaking. It made me crinkle my candy wrapper, an unwise thing to do. I got bopped on my ear by a guy behind me.
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