Video Review: 5 Seconds of Summer “Youngblood (Version 2)”

An senior citizen couple sits in their wheelchairs, looking outside the window of the nursing home in Tokyo, Japan. They turn to one another and talk. The nurse sets down two pills on the table between them. They swallow the pill.

The man turns back to his twentysomething self, with slicked back hair, wearing a leather jacket like he used to do back in the 1950s. She puts her fingers to her mouth, giggling and changes back into the twentysomething version of herself, with her blonde hair in a ponytail. He puts his hand in hers and they stand up together.

She walks into her room and puts on a 5SOS jacket. While at the mirror, he glances at his watch, which reads 23:59. He combs his hair.

He walks with his hands in his leather pants with a group of his friends out of the nursing home. They stand against the wall with several of other residents, who also changed into back into twentysomethings. He and a friend rev up their motorcycles. He takes off his jacket, showing off his bare chest. She stands on the stairs of the building with several other women.

At the tattoo parlor, he gazes at her while the artist draws on his arm. He smokes in the corner and rides the subway with his friends.

Lit in magenta, he and his friends, sit on a bench, their arms crossed, inside a club. He holds a lit match in his mouth. She sits with him on his motorcycle. He and his friends dance at the club. He fights a fiftysomething man on the street. She smiles at him while she gets a tattoo on her wrist. At around midnight, they sit on his motorcycle, holding onto another and looking into each other’s eyes. Back at the tattoo parlor, he glances at his watch and see it reads 11:35.

In the forest, she sobs as he punches one of his friends. Lit in magenta, he puts his head on her shoulder. They walk together. He keeps track of time. They sit by a building, holding hands as the clock runs out. At 0, they close their eyes.

Rating: 5/5

She was experiencing pains in her stomach. Her husband asked if she was okay. She answered she was fine and then clenched her teeth whenever she got up. She had decided to tend to her garden. It relaxed her to pluck the weeds and pick the vegetables. However, as she bent over, she collapsed. Her husband rushed her to the hospital. The doctors told her and her husband that surgery for the ulcer was necessary.

A few months later, as her husband was helping her up, he fell and broke his hip. An infection, though, went into his leg, causing damage to his nerves. She went to the medical supply company and bought him a wheelchair. Throughout the day, they had said they hated getting older and missed being able to do everyday things without bones cracking. Their children often asked if their was anything they could to do. He would mention one or two things. However, they neglected dusting and weeding. They wanted to see their children, not burden them with chores.

One of their children came to visit and had noticed a pipe burst. They said they didn’t know it had happened. Their children had gotten it fixed and decided it was time to put their parents in a home.

Living in the home together, they often talked about their youthful memories as they play card games. They grumbled about their aches and pains. They bragged about their grandchildren to the nurses. To them, though, they were not living. They had both asked for the green pill.

On the last night of their lives, they were young again. They remembered each other as they once were. He had missed being flexible and being able to dance.He dreaded as he watched the hours pass.  She preferred not to know how long they had. With less than a minute, he took her hand and led her to a quiet spot. He wanted to go back to being old, if it meant being with her longer. She told him they were only going to suffer with their diseases and it was too late. There was no turning back.

Director: Frank Borin Year: 2018

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-RJSbO8UZVY

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