Not Fade Away

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"Sopranos" creator David Chase reunites with James Gandolfini for his first feature film, a poignant, ’60s-era coming-of-age story driven by rock music.

"Sopranos" creator David Chase reunites with James Gandolfini for his first feature film, a poignant, '60s-era coming-of-age story driven by rock music.

One of the many attributes that made The Sopranos such epically great American television was its idiosyncratic use of music. So it's entirely fitting that for his first feature, the creator of that series, David Chase, has made a movie not only stacked with inspired music choices but fundamentally about the formative influence of music on a generation.

Drawing directly from Chase's youthful experience as a drummer in a 1960s New Jersey band, the film centers on Douglas (John Magaro). He plays covers of Bo Diddley, The Stones and The Kinks at local parties in a group led by his friends Gene (Jack Huston) and Wells (Will Brill). While Douglas shoots dreamy-eyed glances at high school beauty Grace (Bella Heathcote), she seems to be more jock-inclined. That changes when lead vocalist Gene has to skip a gig after swallowing a lit joint and Douglas steps in, proving himself the superior singer.

The efforts of a group of friends in the comfortable suburbs to break out of their garages and into the music industry are a large part of Chase's film, and that story is also a canvas for a gently reflective coming-of-age drama, providing a vague kinship with Cameron Crowe's Almost Famous.

More than that, though, Not Fade Away is a richly contextualized snapshot of changing social dynamics, examining the conflict between traditional middle-class values of security and stability and the restless hunger for creative fulfillment. Politics and the civil rights movement are part of the movie's backdrop, but its depiction of the fumbling search for personal and artistic freedom is shaped as much by pop culture. Books, movies, television and especially music supply the juice here, dipping into everything from The Twilight Zone to Antonioni.

It's appropriate that Not Fade Away takes its title from a song popularized by Buddy Holly and The Rolling Stones. This deeply personal reflection on growing up in the 1960s captures a shift in rock 'n' roll that had its roots in the transition between those artists -- a revolution that continued rippling through the broader culture in the decade that followed.

The film might be too meandering for mainstream acceptance, but its focus will make the Paramount Vantage release connect directly with many baby boomers. It also is a warm, funny, poignant scrapbook that evokes a spirit of youth still relatable in later eras.

Along with ferment in the band, the film also follows Douglas' uneasy relationship with his Italian-American family, typified by a hilariously tense Christmas dinner. Magaro looks at times uncannily like a young Bob Dylan, and when he comes home from college with a mop of curls, a pea coat and Cuban-heeled boots, his depressive mother (Molly Price) shakes her head in disgust, while his father, Pat (James Gandolfini), says he looks like he just got off the boat at Ellis Island.

When Pat is diagnosed with cancer, the pull is felt to bring Douglas back into the family fold. But Chase is less interested in that conflict than in the wistfulness with which hard-ass Pat comes to view his son's exploratory steps toward self-discovery and the regrets of his own life. Gandolfini plays these realizations with affecting subtle strokes, notably in one lovely moment set to the unexpected strains of "Bali Hai" from South Pacific.

There's a loose, collage quality to the storytelling, with extended intimate exchanges interspersed among short scene fragments. This suggests that while Chase is moving into features, he is not abandoning the unhurried pace and ample breathing room of longform television. It's a welcome unconventional touch that the guiding voice-over -- for once used with refreshing economy -- doesn't come from the obvious source of Douglas but from his kid sister (Meg Guzulescu).

The film is more driven by tone and texture than performance, but the characters are all sharply drawn with an affectionate embrace of their flaws, among them Huston's resentful egomaniac Gene and Brill's philosophizing Wells. Magaro plays the rebellious side of Douglas as well as his burgeoning sense of self in appealing low-key mode. And Australian import Heathcote, who showed promise in Dark Shadows, reveals a more immediately captivating delicacy here.

Cinematographer Eigil Bryld provides a deft balance of grit and gloss in the visuals, matched by the scrupulous yet understated attention to period detail in Ford Wheeler's production design and Catherine Marie Thomas' costumes. Some images will make anyone who lived through the era laugh out loud, such as a roomful of girls languidly puffing on cigarettes, staring transfixed and intoxicated at a black-and-white television as Mick Jagger sings "I Just Want to Make Love to You" on Hollywood Palace.

Chase's Sopranos paisan Steven Van Zandt serves as music supervisor, curating an eclectic selection of vintage tracks that rigorously avoid the obvious. (The deployment of Tracy Nelson's haunting vocals on Mother Earth's "Down So Low" is genius.) Van Zandt also wrote a terrific song titled "The St. Valentine's Day Massacre" to serve as Douglas and Co.'s first foray into original material. It has more than enough kick to feed the melancholy undertow when their career plans don't pan out.

Venue: New York Film Festival
Opens: Friday, Dec. 21 (Paramount Vantage)
Cast: John Magaro, Jack Huston, Will Brill, James Gandolfini, Molly Price, Bella Heathcote
Writer-director: David Chase
Cinematographer: Eigil Bryld Rated R, 112 minutes