The Nostradamus Kid (1993) from Johnny Web (Uncle Scoopy; Greg Wroblewski) |
The Nostradamus Kid is an Aussie coming-of-age
film about a kid raised as a Seventh Day Adventist who struggles to
adapt to a secular world when he enters the university in Sydney, and
must find his place among atheists and Presbyterians. Given his
intellectual curiosity and his natural state of randiness, he is more
than willing to move into a more mainstream belief system, but like
the rest of us he is never able to shake his childhood faith
completely. The entire "end of the world" concept is so deeply
embedded in his subconscious that the Cuban Missile Crisis sends him
into a tizzy, whereupon he drags his girlfriend into the interior, in
search of a fallout-free zone. Writer/director Bob Ellis is a syndicated columnist, a regular raconteur on Aussie TV chat shows, and the author of more than a dozen books. He has acknowledged that this film is essentially an autobiography, and has offered the very specific estimate that 93% of it consists of his own life experiences. (What, no decimal points? Such imprecision.) "I had several adventures with the possibility of the end of the world. The first was during the Suez Crisis of 1956, when I thought the Bible proved that...et cetera. The second was the time of the Cuban Missile Crisis, where I took the daughter of David McNicoll to the mountains in her own father's stolen car, and found to my amazement the world hadn't ended. There wasn't a mushroom cloud over Sydney, and I had to bring her back and face down David. And I had this plan that we would marry in Broken Hill and slowly cough ourselves to death with the radiation, after long hours of making love." The film has the usual lessons and epiphanies of the genre, and some laughs along the way. I found myself interested in Bob's unusual youth, but I'm afraid that I'm just not as interested in his life as he seems to be. That's understandable, of course, but I still had to endure the two hours of running time along with him, and I'd have been much happier with about a 90 minute overview. Or even the Cliff's Notes. It's actually a fairly enjoyable movie, but could really have benefited from more economical storytelling. As it stands now, one must endure the author's self-centered ruminations and mental masturbation in order to experience the worthwhile insights, and he is very much in love with the sound of his own voice. (He narrates the film looking back from the present, and recites the voice-over in the sing-song tone of an undergraduate reciting poetry.) |
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