Sottovalutato. Ma sì sa, Coppola è sempre all'avanguardia.

Sitting alone and hungry in a run-down apartment in Topeka, Kansas, Francis Ford Coppola gets a call from one Val Kilmer (who in fact was dialing the local IHOP, before fate (and pudgy-finger syndrome) intervened). After a lengthy chat about vampires and girls named after French subject pronouns, Coppola's stomach begins to growl, and so Kilmer tells the starveling director about this great movie studio with an endless bacon bar. 10 days and a zany road-trip across America later, Twixt was born.

A guy is investigating a mystery in some foreign place (a Sleepy-Hollowish little town in this case) only to find that he has dug into his own repressed past... plus stock supernatural horror stuff. I didn't particularly care for the labored trickeries of Angel Heart and Shutter Island, so as you might imagine, I like this pale rehash even less. Coppola even dragged the ghost of Edgar Allen Poe into this one. I'm a fan of Val Kilmer, and the soundtrack is good, but otherwise it's pretty lame.

Coppola works through a rather half-baked ghost story to arrive at very personal thoughts about his son's death. The elements don't fit smoothly and there simply is no ending, but the film moves and is haunting and despite its digital look really visually striking.

Seldom did I find a film so boring that I couldn't even get annoyed at its shortcomings: lame allusions to Poe, thin plot, loveless visual effects. Nevermore, quoth I.

the fog on the lake floats out like tears.... on a whale's ass?

A film about vampires, clock towers, dreams and dead children from the director of The Godfather? Oh how the mighty have fallen.

If the point was to take the piss out of it all and make a bad movie, then yes, you succeeded, Coppola. Congratulations.

A delightful exercise in no longer giving a fuck. There is only one explanation: Coppola had retired, but a drunken night with Lucas, Marty et. al. convinced him to give filmmaking one last go. "What do kids want these days?" he asked. "Just go home and watch TV!" his friends advised him. Well, after facing the horror, depression, and apathy, somewhere between 'Twilight', iProducts, 'Sin City' and 3D, Francis must have gotten angry: "If I can't beat them, I'll show them! I'LL SHOW THEM ALL!!"

What a horrible piece of crap. It's unbelievable that this was written and directed by Francis Ford Coppola.

Feels oldschool. Dern's character was alright and there were a few details I liked (the vampire execution machine, for instance). It's lighthearted, sometimes deliciously so, but overall a bit of a lackluster experience, unfortunately, and never horrifying, except for the pointlessness of the 3D! A watchable, but decidedly slight, effort from Coppola.

Coppola comes full circle in this throwback to the good old Roger Corman everything-goes mentality. From the Tom Waits narrated opening over the Lynch-styled genre blending to the subsequent intertextual piss take the whole thing turns out to be, this is truly an enjoyable experience. And if it had just a bit more vigor/playfulness style-wise, it could rival Evil Dead 2 in the genre. Also: Hands down the best use of 3D ever! I could almost feel Coppola's raised middle finger in my face.

cool look/atmosphere. more Elle Fanning, please!

Aside from the hilarious writing scene, "Twixt" is one of the campiest, cheapest looking films of Coppola's once remarkable oeuvre. I couldn't care less if that was the point, it looks like crap. I guess I'm one of the few remaining souls who still believes he'll one day shatter my expectations and thrill me with his last masterpiece. I can rest now knowing that day will never come.