The Same River Twice

So-so documentary about a group of “riverdogs” who had a sort of floating commune on the Colorado River twenty years ago, and are now mostly middle-aged family folk, with two small-town mayors among them and one unreconstructed hippie. The film has some observations to make about aging from the Eden of youth, when time was endless and clothes were optional, but Robb Moss doesn’t do much to shape or reflect upon his material, not even so much as a reunion, just each individual chuckling at his or her younger self on tape and commenting on how life has changed for them in the interim. Not without its moments, but there’s neither the context nor the intensity to add up to a real direct cinema experience. (2003, Sund/T, n.) *6-*