Gia Coppola's Palo Alto Summons Up the Timeless, for Today

Gia Coppola's <i>Palo Alto</i> Summons Up the Timeless, for Today

Remarkable as it seems, there's still poetry to be found in the idea of kids tooling around with nothing much to do. Whether you grew up in a small town or a midsize-to-large city, in 1962, 1982 or 2002, you probably remember getting into a car, unwisely, with the first pal in your crowd to get a license, using a doctored ID to buy beer, and perhaps even committing the gravest sin against clean, healthy living: smoking.

Not all of those things happen in Gia Coppola's directorial debut, Palo Alto, in which two upper-middle-class but otherwise average kids — played beautifully by Emma Roberts and newcomer Jack Kilmer — find their way to each other, the long way around. But the movie perfectly captures the vibe of late high school, in a way that's both of its time and timeless. Palo Alto is set in the present, an era in which kids can text one another their whereabouts instead of having to walk or drive around aimlessly until they run into someone they know, or might want to know. Yet Coppola, who adapted the movie from James Franco's book of short stories, quietly makes the case that our gadgets can't save us from the eternal fear of not connecting. When a boy really likes a girl, he still has to bring himself to look directly at her. It's all there in Coppola's movie, the listlessness, the at once hyperkinetic and underwater-slow feeling of waiting for something to happen and fearing nothing ever will.

The plotlessness of Palo Alto is its own kind of structure, forming an irregular net studded with both golden promise and opportunities for its characters to make some very bad decisions. The movie opens in the middle, or in a middle: In a car parked in an otherwise deserted parking lot, its headlights fixed on the blankness of the wall in front of it, a pixie-faced strawberry-blond, Kilmer's Teddy, answers the hypothetical questions posed by his best friend, Fred (Nat Wolff), as the two pass a bottle of something or other back and forth. "If you were in olden times, what would you do?" Fred asks, though no answer Teddy might give will please him. Fred's a pressure-cooker waiting to blow, and though Teddy senses that, he sticks by his friend either out of loyalty or just because he doesn't know what else to do.

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Palo Alto

Written and directed by Gia Coppola. Based on the book by James Franco. Starring Emma Roberts, Nat Wolff, Zoe Levin, Claudia Levy, Olivia Crocicchia, Jack Kilmer, James Franco, Chris Messina and Micah Nelson.

There's a girl Teddy likes, Roberts' April. She seems to like Teddy back, but neither knows how to make anything happen. April, dressed in a little spring coat that makes her look like a modern suburban Audrey Hepburn, goes to a party and finds Teddy lounging outdoors with Fred. She plops into a chair nearby and the two proceed to fail to talk to each other.

April is probably too distracted to start anything with Teddy, anyway: Her home life seems OK, though her stepfather (played by Val Kilmer, father of Jack), who appears to be ill and medicated to the gills on marijuana, insists on rewriting her school assignments for her. And her mother (Jacqui Getty, Coppola's own mother), a woman who looks as if she sprang fully formed from a Pilates apparatus, seems attentive but is in truth checked out.

Meanwhile, April is getting the entirely wrong sort of attention from her soccer coach, the louche, rumpled Mr. B. Palo Alto doesn't shy away from the danger of sex, or the likelihood that it will make people do stupid or immoral things.

Coppola's filmmaking style, like a sidelong glance, is almost paradoxically shy and confident at once. She uses voiceover dialogue against, say, a sunny blur of trees as viewed from the passenger seat of a car, to keep the action moving between scenes, and not just as a way of explaining the obvious.

And though it's hard to say from a debut whether a director has a gift for guiding actors, every performer here is so fully in tune with one another and the material that it's safe to surmise Coppola may have the touch.

Palo Alto is a movie of exceedingly delicate feeling, the kind you can make only when you're very young or very old. Coppola — granddaughter of Francis Ford, niece of Sofia — is just 27, and her movie, for and about young people, breathes in deeply. But maybe it means even more when you're on the other side of 50 and beginning to exhale: How could we ever have felt this way? How could we not?

 
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