Too Old To Die Young
Reflecting on Winding Refn’s nihilistic odyssey
A glacial-paced reflection of nihilism, Too Old To Die Young is a masterpiece of restraint and a highly specific absurdity.
What punctures this surreal stillness, this precise neon melancholy, is a permeating score by Cliff Martinez, and when dubious shadows break the ice with geysers of lurid violence.
A 13-hour neo-Western, Nicolas Winding Refn’s TV series thrives on a heavy investment in viewers’ trust.
Time and place melt slowly to unravel, stitch, tease and stretch out moments which build and release tension, propel motive and action.
Winding Refn has evolved his maximalist trademarks in a desert of minimalism.
It’s a visceral trip through a fractured Western world spilling over with spiritual malaise.
Moral schisms and skewed souls haunt self-preservation. Violence and sex smudge across an apocalypse of colour, shadow and sound. Where fortune is shaped by trails of death and ideas of rebirth.
Miles Teller is a classic Winding Refn near mute. Part Gosling in Drive, part grieving Sam Spade.
But it’s the trinity of characters by Jena Malone, Cristina Rodlo and Nell Tiger Free, which connects the chaos, maps mythologies and rips open symbolism to explore.
A real slow burn.