Not Fade Away
Directed by David Chase. Starring John Magaro, Jack Huston, Will Brill, James Gandolfini, Bella Heathcote, Molly Price, Meg Guzulescu, Lisa Lampanelli, Dominique McElligott, Brad Garrett. (2012, R, 112 min.)
REVIEWED By Marjorie Baumgarten, Fri., Jan. 4, 2013
While Not Fade Away has its pleasures, they are scattered and unsustained. Chase’s story about a garage band that hardly makes it out of the driveway draws on his own experiences as a young man, although the film shouldn’t be misconstrued as autobiographical. The soundtrack for Not Fade Away (supervised by the E Street Band’s Steven Van Zandt, aka Silvio Dante of The Sopranos) is superb. The movie opens with the sounds of “Peppermint Twist” on TV being supplanted by the Rolling Stones, and concludes with the Sex Pistols’ cover of the Modern Lovers’ “Roadrunner.” Seismic changes were rattling households throughout America. The gap between the generations extended beyond their musical tastes; the gap was political, social, and all-important – and Chase sets up the Damiano family as a microcosm of these shifts.
Douglas Damiano (Magaro) is the drummer in the garage band, although he switches to frontman when the lead singer misses a gig after swallowing a lit joint. (Someone left the roach clip back at Oberlin.) Singing helps him catch the eye of Grace (Heathcote), the girl who had never noticed him previously. Douglas’ aspiration for a career in music exacerbates the rift between him and his father (Gandolfini), who’s always quick to remind him that success is 10% inspiration and 90% perspiration. The rows between the father and son form the heart of the movie, and in Gandolfini (who was also Chase’s Sopranos muse) the filmmaker has an actor who deftly conveys the dissonance of the times. (Gandolfini, it should be noted, delivered superlative supporting performances in three films this year: Zero Dark Thirty, Killing Them Softly, and this.)
Essentially a callow young man, Douglas is fairly uninteresting as a lead character. Chase’s choice to have Douglas’ little sister (Guzulescu) narrate the story further deflates the urgency of the tale, and nonsensically privileges her with knowledge of things she couldn’t have actually seen. There are various tangential narrative strands that also add mileage to the film for very little payoff, and some ungainly transitions between scenes sometime create momentary confusion. Chase claims to have had this film burbling within him for decades, but now that he’s finally gotten it out of his system it seems evident that he threw everything he had into it. Now that his passion project is out of the way, I look forward to seeing what Chase does next. He’s sure to have his editor’s pen back in hand by then.