NO FUTURE – Review by Carol Cling

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Abandon hope, all ye who enter here.

What else can you do with a movie bearing the tell-all title No Future?

It’s an unrelentingly grim account of two guilt-ridden survivors attempting to weather a young drug addict’s death.

And yet. while slogging through all the sorrow and desperation, I found myself thinking of a fairytale musical.

Not just any fairytale musical, mind you, but Broadway giant Stephen Sondheim’s Into the Woods, especially the song in which a beleaguered baker and an enigmatic stranger (or is he?) ponder the mysteries of fleeting existence:

“They disappoint, they disappear, they die but they don’t.”

That apt assessment haunts the lives of two very different people linked by their relationship to a third.

We first meet Will (Stranger Things’ Charlie Heaton) in a 12-step group, reflecting on his recovery from heroin addiction.

“I’m doing OK, actually,” he tells his fellow addicts, noting “a pretty big change in my life recently. I’ve met someone and I wasn’t expecting it, but I’m starting to feel like I can really see a future with her.”

There’s just one problem, Will adds. “At the moment, she only sees what I want her to see and I’m worried if she moves in, she’ll see it all and she’ll see me for who I really am and I’m worried that’ll scare her off.”

Foreshadowing, anyone?

First, however, comes Will’s fateful encounter with his former best friend Chris (Jefferson White). At one time, they shared a bond, a band (named, no kidding, No Future) and a habit.

Now, however, Will’s clean — and disinclined to reconnect with Chris, who describes himself as a “no skills, convicted felon” convinced “there’s nowhere in this world for me.”

Including the home Chris shares with his divorced mother Claire (Catherine Keener), who immediately asks to see Chris’ eyes when he returns home in the middle of the night.

Chris won’t wake up the next morning, triggering a tsunami of regret and self-recrimination that swamps both Will and Claire, separately — and together.

Or, to borrow Sondheim’s eloquent words, “We disappear, we leave a mess, we die but we don’t.”

Directors Andrew Irvine and Mark Smoot, working from Smoot’s screenplay, explore these overwhelmed characters in understated but one-note fashion.

Underlined by cinematographer Jomo Fray’s walls-closing-in visual compositions and Jon Natchez’s nerve-jangling musical ones, Irvine and Smoot chart the characters’ inevitable downward spirals in achingly predictable, connect-the-dots, down-the-drain fashion.

To quote Sondheim’s lyrics yet again: “No more feelings. Time to shut the door. Just — no more.”

If No Future has a bright spot (so to speak), it’s Keener’s sad-but-true performance, an utterly convincing combination of desperate yearning and bruised, rueful recognition that there’s no such thing as a happy ending.

Nobody’s expecting one, especially in a movie called No Future. But it would help if said movie managed to generate more than a shred of the empty, endless anguish Keener so memorably conveys.

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Carol Cling

Carol Cling served as the Las Vegas Review-Journal's film critic for more than 30 years, reviewing movies and covering movie and TV production in Las Vegas, from Casino to CSI. An honors graduate of Northwestern University's Medill School of Journalism, she also has studied film at the American Film Institute and the BBC