Vi 'Restless', lo último de Van Sant, y me pareció lamentable. Pensaba escribir sobre ella, pero encontré la misma impresión en esta crítica de un tal Nick Schager.
Aside from its wholesale phoniness, Restless repulses by wallowing in thoughts of death and the hereafter without ever treating them as serious, real concepts; rather, they're just presented as movie-ish devices designed to engender audience weepiness. Enoch is "haunted" and Annabel is doomed, but Van Sant and Lew aren't interested in authentically passionate and sorrowful emotions and the knotty complications they can cause, only puppy-dog platitudes about tragedy, loyalty, and finding yourself, as Enoch naturally does via Annabel's demise.
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