Love, Antosha

Anton Yelchin’s sudden death in 2016, on paper a freak accident and in practice the consequence of manufacturing negligence, cut short a life and career with seemingly no ceiling and unflagging momentum. Glance at his post-2010 filmography. Yelchin left no gaps in his schedule this decade, filling year after year with anywhere between 5 and 9 different projects ranging from movies to TV shows to videogames to shorts, and that’s not even touching on his dabblings in the photography world. Here’s a man who simply could not, would not, stop, until fate raised a ghastly finger and stole him from the world too long before what should have been his time.
In Love, Antosha, filmmaker Garret Price pays sincere tribute to Yelchin’s heart and achievements with the help of the actor’s many, many, many peers, pals, and loved ones as well as Yelchin himself: His writings, housed in his private journals, comprise the movie’s fabric, along with snippets of his original music, his photography, and home videos furnished by his mother and father, erstwhile star pair figure skaters Irina Korina and Viktor Yelchin. Mom and dad fled persecution, religious and political, in their native Soviet Union in 1989, Anton’s birth year; to their great fortune, their son turned out to be the grateful type, and per the film, he seized the day every day from his youth all the way to his adulthood, showing unfailing appreciation for his parents and the sacrifices they made for him throughout. If the film proves anything, it’s that no one in the world loved their mother and father more than Yelchin loved his.
Price and his interviewees—Star Trek co-stars Chris Pine, John Cho and Sofia Boutella, Jennifer Lawrence, director Drake Doremus, Martin Landau, Willem Dafoe, Kristen Stewart, and countless others appearing to give their recollections and exercise their bereavement at the same time—feel similar fondness for Yelchin: Collectively, they teach the audience a lesson in grief, one of the reigning sub-themes in 2019’s movies. Lulu Wang’s The Farewell, Joanna Hogg’s The Souvenir, Ari Aster’s Midsommar and Jennifer Kent’s The Nightingale, among others, each deal with the act of grieving on their own terms, whether based upon real events or spun from whole cloth. Love, Antosha gives viewers the real thing, absent artifice. At no moment is reason given to question the assembled mourners’ earnestness. This is about as real as big-screen grief gets.