Twixt Francis Ford Coppola

Twixt Francis Ford Coppola
One of the most praised American directors of our time, the same one who made The Godfather, The Conversation and Apocalypse Now, three of the most celebrated films in history, has just shamed his family by releasing Twixt, an absolute abomination.

The complex adventure begins with Hall Baltimore (played by a less than appealing Val Kilmer), a basement horror writer adorned with a ponytail and Stephen King eccentricity, as he arrives in a small town to promote his current novel about witchcraft. Baltimore is quickly characterized as an alcoholic writer, but not the Hemingway kind ― the kind that gets caught up in a tortuous murder mystery, but can only tap into the story when passed out drunk or with drugstore sleeping aids.

The sheriff, Bobby LeGrange (Bruce Dern), wheels Baltimore into the town's ghost story and the grisly staking of a local demon worshipper girl. V (Elle Fanning) appears as a ghost to Baltimore and helps him discover information about the grisly murder of 12 children that occurred many years before.

However, she also appears to be the satanic girl murdered in the last week. This all may seem complicated, and in fact, it is, as the film has absolutely zero cohesion, temporality or character development. Adding to this, it's supposed to be 3D. Unfortunately, the film is in 3D for a total of 30 seconds, and an unworthy 30 seconds at that. Watching Val Kilmer fall town a clock tower in 3D isn't that exciting.

Good old Edgar Allan Poe also appears in Baltimore's hallucinations. Poe educates Baltimore to the rest of the murder story while also becoming a trusty drinking pal and writer/mentor/confidante.

"Convoluted" is basically the only way to describe this work. There almost isn't a word in the English dictionary to describe how awful, unfinished and even unrelenting the film is.

It's almost as if someone possessed Coppola's body and used his name to produce this horrendous excuse for a horror/thriller. (American Zoetrope)