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BY MATTIAS FREY
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A Hollywood coming-of-age story has four certainties: a best friend, a first crush, silly haircuts, and a nostalgic soundtrack. David Duchovny checks all the boxes in his first effort as writer/director for the big screen, a feature-length flashback to 1973 Greenwich Village narrated by Tom Warshaw (again Duchovny), an American artist who ran off to Paris. Robin Williams does his turn as the young Tommy’s idiot savant chum. Real-life wife Téa Leoni chips in to play his mother. The Allman Brothers rise again to provide background music. With its empty iconography of 1970s New York and its Parisian clichés, the film is too sappy for adults and too mid-life neurotic for the American Pie set. How many times have you seen a camera tilt up a teenage protagonist at a school dance to reveal ridiculous bell bottoms? How many films ago did you cease to care? Watching House of D is a 96-minute case of déjà vu. (96 minutes)
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