
I haven't seen the trailer for "Youth Without Youth," but it's probably stunning. Working with cinematographer Mihai Malaimare Jr., Coppola provides a feast for the eyes. Too bad his long-awaited movie winds up playing like a parody of a zillion arty foreign films as it grapples with a variety of heavy themes: from the origin of consciousness to the possibility of reincarnation.

Sorely lacking in narrative drive, the movie turns to romance when Matei meets Veronica (Alexandra Maria Lara). Time again for another plot-driving gimmick, the same one used in the movie's first half. Veronica’s also struck by a lightning, but -- unlike Matei -- she begins to age rapidly. She also starts speaking an ancient language and seems to hold the key to cosmic secrets.
None of this makes a great deal of sense, and I found myself watching the succession of carefully composed images with more sadness than confusion, mostly because I'm among those who root for Coppola to return to the form that made him such an important part of our youths.
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