Francis Ford Coppola has lost his damn mind. I appreciate he’s made some crappy films in the past but his name still carries such weight that I’m still drawn in by it. I wish I wasn’t.
How can the man who gave us Apocalypse Now, The Godfather and Dracula (shut up! I like it) produce such a total waste of time?
Twixt stars Val Kilmer as Hall Baltimore, a bargain basement writer visiting a small, strange town and during his stay he gets himself involved in a murder case. Hall’s a heavy drinker trying to cope with the death of his daughter and is under pressure to write a new book. A local girl has been murdered with a stake through the heart and the local sheriff Bobby LaGrange, played by Bruce Dern, thinks it would make a great idea for a book and wants to work with Hall on what he calls The Vampire Executions. He’s even made a small working execution chair that drives a stake into the heart of a Barbie. So far, so bad.
His first night in the town Hall has a strange dream where he meets a young girl called V played by Elle Fanning. She and Hall walk towards a hotel where Edgar Allan Poe once stayed briefly.
The hotel is derelict but in his dream the hotel is open and Hall meets the owners (there’s a strong David Lynch vibe to this scene which I liked, it’s a shame that the film never manages to get that vibe back) and sees ghosts of children killed at the hotel. Good god the story is convoluted.
The ghost of Edgar Allan Poe turns up and helps Hall with his new book, solve the murder of the ghostly children, the murder of the local girl, discover who V is and come to terms with his daughters death. That’s a lot of work for a ghost!
Twixt is odd. Coppola’s son died the same way as Hall’s daughter so it’s feels a little off that this self reference is cloaked in such a terrible film that can’t decide if it’s horror or a comedy. The film feels like it’s trying to be clever by adding so many plot points but it fails. If you’re thinking of giving Twixt a go I’d say don’t bother, it’s a mess of a film that will leave you feeling nothing but apathy.