The organizing principle of the film is Wexler’s own discomfiture about his own mortality. He’s one of the documentary filmmakers who sticks himself onscreen a lot, like Michael Moore or Morgan Spurlock, only without the humor, politics, or even a strong point of view. Frankly, his concerns about aging are no different than most people’s, so the parts of the movie that dwell on them are dull. However, they add up to ten minutes at most. The rest is just a look at attitudes on aging, or extending life, from a lot of perspectives. This includes, but does not emphasize, the scientific. Famed futurist Ray Kruzweil is among those who believe that within a couple of decades scientists will be able to retard or reverse the aging process. It includes the philosophical, like Sherwin Nuland, who believes we have a duty to make way for the next generation. And it includes the nutty, like the founder of Laughter Yoga International (in—guess where—Los Angeles), whose particular brand of anti-aging therapy would, I felt certain, quickly kill me were I forced to engage in it every day. It was annoying enough to watch. I could’ve also done without the man-on-the-street interviews in which Wexler asks folks whether they’d take a pill that would let them live 500 years. This must be the laziest, though common enough, documentary-film technique in existence.
The (really) old folks themselves have the best perspectives. They all have the positive attitude, but they don’t really know why they’ve lived so long. Their good advice is about how to live, not how to live forever. If that inspires you, thank Mr. Wexler for gathering them all in one film.
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