Mon. Mar 4th, 2024

It’s questionable whether viewers the age of Linklater’s protagonist will find much to hold their attention after the prologue, when it becomes an extended reminiscence about American life in the late 1960s, focused on the suburb of Texas’s largest city, which is flush with cash and national attention thanks to the space program being anchored there. Virtually the entire film is narrated, and there are stretches where you may feel as if you’re watching a gracefully edited slide show with moving pictures. It’s less cinematic than verbal at times, the pictures mostly serving the words. 

Stan’s mind jumps all over the place, and we realize that what we’re really seeing is a jumble of memories and perceptions from a grown man who is still a child inside, and whose personal experiences have become fused to the popular culture he consumed (everything from TV’s “Dark Shadows” to Dick Cavett interviewing Janis Joplin to Robert Altman’s space adventure “Countdown” to the ascendant, Joe Namath-led New York Jets swirl through his account). 

There are also, thankfully, nods to what was happening in the parts of America that cared less about the space race than what was happening in their neighborhoods and homes, from the fear of losing young men not much older than Stan in the jungles and rice paddies of Vietnam, to the ascendant feminist and Black Power movements that took issue with the federal government spending billions to land white men on the moon and show up the Soviets when poverty and discrimination were festering down on the ground.

Linklater’s movie never really builds up any kind of head of steam, and it’s not exactly the kind of film you finish and say, “I hoped that would never end”—90 minutes and change is the running time, and that feels about right, given the personal essay-type nature of it all. But Stan is a thoroughly likable storyteller, and there’s something to be said, in an era when Hollywood couldn’t care less about any idea not based on an pre-existing property, for intimate, personal films that don’t take you where you think you want to go. Instead, a film like Linklater’s brings you inside the consciousness of a person whose perceptions of the world are simultaneously constrained and curious, and open to new experiences.

On Netflix today. 

By Dave Jenks

Dave Jenks is an American novelist and Veteran of the United States Marine Corps. Between those careers, he’s worked as a deckhand, commercial fisherman, divemaster, taxi driver, construction manager, and over the road truck driver, among many other things. He now lives on a sea island, in the South Carolina Lowcountry, with his wife and youngest daughter. They also have three grown children, five grand children, three dogs and a whole flock of parakeets. Stinnett grew up in Melbourne, Florida and has also lived in the Florida Keys, the Bahamas, and Cozumel, Mexico. His next dream is to one day visit and dive Cuba.