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Somewhere between its opening silent-film interstitials and the scene where “Stranger Things” actress Maya Hawke vomits emojis into a sink, Gia Coppola’s “Mainstream” assumes misshapen form as a social-media satire attuned less to the fast-moving currents of the influencer economy than to the moral panic it often foments in audiences over 25.
That’s a shame, given that Coppola whose debut, 2013’s “Palo Alto,” meditated more sensitively on a generation of disaffected youth has assembled the kind of starry young cast well-equipped to dig into a more incisive story than the one she’s chosen to tell. At the center of this cautionary tale is Hawke’s Frankie, an aspiring artist who spends her days aimlessly strolling Los Angeles with work friend Jake (an underused Nat Wolff), making videos to entertain her minuscule YouTube following. But once Frankie encounters Link (Andrew Garfield), a manic anti-establishment type who doesn’t even own a phone, she’s enthralled
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Les Enfants Terribles
Kids from generation baby-boom saw more than a few newborns coming up. One thing the unsentimental ones can tell you is that infantile antics don’t always cut it as “awwww-ain’t-that-cute” behavior. Little people are barely out of the womb and already trying to tell everybody something. Some of them can be disturbingly demanding about it–without speaking an intelligible word. No one not even the late Dr. Jean Piaget has translated the messages they try putting across. But, personally, I’d never rule out the possibility of “shut up and listen to me.”
Somewhere on that bridge between crawling and toddling is where plucky imps take a first windy shot at public address. You might be reading or watching TV as the tirade busts loose it’ll get your attention there’s something unsettlingly eerie about pre-linguistic oratory. Holding the playpen rail like a mini-Mussolini on a balcony a torrent of emphatic, uncompromising and incomprehensible sound