At first I discarded watching this movie out of fear that it would be Martin Scorsese's documentary about the Rolling Stones. I figured that's how a 69 year old would perceive a Rock and Roll concert, particularly a very influential 69 year old. (the rest of them must be sitting way in the back). Then I thought, "this can't be right, Keith Richards must be at least 80, I wonder if they still play it Extremely Loud... so I gave it a second thought, saw it nominated for an Oscar and resolved "this is the type of movie I like to watch".
First, let me tell you about my afternoon in chaotic Mexico City. I had plans to watch the 6:45 show but the girl I was taking said she wouldn't be able to make it before 7. So I aimed for the 7:25 or the 7:45 shows, time permitting, whichever best fit our schedule after picking her up. (Before this, she had called from the mall near her house to tell me there was a 9:10 showing, which I immediately discarded for being too late.) Of course, when I arrived to pick her up, after close to an hour and a half in my car, we wouldn't be able to make it to any of those, so we headed for the 8:15 (all these showtimes of course were at different theaters scattered throughout the central part of the city). We were still easily 10 minutes away when it was already 20 past, so we ceased in our effort and finally headed back to the 9:10 show by her house.
Why all this explanation? Well... I guess it sets a mood, and riddles me with questions like, how long should be the maximum amount of time one should travel for a 2 hour event? How long should the movie be? Maybe after my actual two and a half hours of car sitting I deserved at least that long a movie or some sort of lengthy entertainment for that matter. But then other questions arise, this one being a movie about loss during the 9/11 attacks the question could be, How long can we go on watching films about this topic? And the answer is quite simple, we will watch things like these forever, as we are still watching movies about the Holocaust, Vietnam... and the Passion of the Christ (Boring) to name a few.
So yes, I guess I was waiting for a long movie, I'm OK with that, but not necessarily was I expecting something Extremely Long and Incredibly Slow.
That said, I beg you to take my comment with a spoonful of honey, (or is it salt?). What I mean is, it is on the "a bit long and slow" side but it's totally worth watching. Very emotional and nostalgic it is about how a young kid copes with loss, legacy and a search for meaning in a world that suddenly seems to be missing a guide (feeling that all of us atheists can deeply relate to).
Oscar, or Oskar, finds a key and a little note his dad left behind saying to "not stop looking". . Along the way, Oscar gets someone to accompany him and help him in his search, (as a clue, I can tell you this character does not talk on screen and all his messages are shown through written signs, born circa 1910 perhaps... If you guessed The Artist, you came this close, but no, it is Oscar's Granma's mute roommate, deftly played by Max Von Sydow, for which he earned a Best Supporting Actor nomination). In the end, nobody seems to find what they're looking for but "who can tell you that you're wrong?", in other words, that which you find becomes what you were looking for.
Excellent role played by the newcomer kid, though sometimes on the overly dramatic, this kid is talented, and should be, at least if his playing award winners Hanks' and Bullock's son. Had this kid ran into Hugo (Scorsese's... Drink) at the train station maybe they would have solved each other's journey of looking for their fathers' legacy, one with the key and the other one with the keyhole... In the end, after lots of invoking "Oskaaaaaar,... Oskaaaaaaaar" the effort is good but they got home empty handed.... well worth the nominations though. (Best: Movie, Supporting Actor, and what else).
Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close is a tribute to New York, in all its creases, its highs and lows. It's also a tribute to perseverance, to youth, to innocence, to fatherly/motherly love, to so many things we ceased to look for at the theater long ago. Very in the nostalgic tune that has become common thread this movie season (Artist, Hugo, Paris, Descendants, Help, etc.), do not discard this one as I first did (or around halfway through). Do rent it. And take your time. And your tissues.