"Restless" is a total disaster. Even in its most toxic form of self-satisfaction, Van Sant can be an interesting filmmaker - there are moments of technical virtuosity and narrative audacity true even in the smallest doodle movie - but there seems to be abandoned. Perhaps he thought that the love story looks very attractive, you do not need water in any tinsel around it to make it more interesting. These stories have always been there, must have taken, this will be one of the younger generation. But until he feels archaic and painfully out of touch - no one goes to a computer or check their mobile phones or even mentions current events, and teenagers seem to increasingly accept their sexuality on the outside, as if Van Sant is to accept Reluctantly his heterosexuality - that can not even be defined as a "modern" version of history.
Is it a rule that a great film festival to be an unreliable, painfully offbeat coming-of-age film? Sundance Film Festival this year had a duty to (re-titled The Art of Kom, when it was released in theaters) and Tiff 2011 is at least one of Gus Van Sant is agitated. A collection of mannerisms and sense of trust, Restless makes it horribly banal way for the conclusion that we must accept death. He succeeded in that it will make you pray for your own death if it means you do not have to watch such a terrible film. The start of the film is Enoch Brae (Henry Hopper, the son of Dennis Hopper) to draw a chalk outline of himself and is almost a warning: "This film will be in love with his own" big "and being painfully obvious.
It's an endurance test to sit through these levels of cuteness Twee be fatal, and the undisputed low point of an incredibly exciting career. Van Sant has the tools and talent to make films truly remarkable, but here he turned his back on those instincts. He went inside. And as a public, we are suffering.
