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Ryan Gosling’s directorial debut, “Lost River,” opens with a crooning Americana theme (“In the Still of the Night”) playing over alternating images of alternating suburban decency and urban decay in Detroit. It might be the strongest sequence in the entire film – and definitely the most lucidly realized.
Gosling clearly aims for David Lynch and Nicolas Winding Refn (the DNA of disastrous “Only God Forgives” is obvious) but winds up in borderline nonsensical territory. He has beautiful visuals and haunting soundscapes yet no discernible theme or thesis underlying the film. “Incoherent” might be a little strong to describe the experience, but the images have the cohesion of a two-day-old bandage and the logical progression of a Tumblr feed.
“Lost River” also falters by introducing an aspect of magical realism into the proceedings. Given that whatever semblance of a plot the film possesses takes place in a very real city of ruins, the ambience feels contradictory. This reliance on mood becomes first obvious, then annoying, since it has to essentially replace story in the film.
The narrative is also rather fragmented, seemingly two short films layered over each other. They have an obvious familial connection, as the protagonists are a mother and her son, but they go in wildly different directions. Christina Hendrick’s matriarch Billy goes to work at a Club Silencio-esque joint to repay a loan, while young Bones (Ian de Caestecker) faces down a neighborhood criminal overlord Bully (Matt Smith) to protect his love interest, Rat (Saoirse Ronan). Their struggles are supposedly illuminating the subconscious of the ghost town they inhabit, although I found them mostly illustrating the vacuous expanses of hipsterism. C / Image may be NSFW.
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