Joachim Trier‘s Reprise (Miramax, 5.16), a Norweigan drama about two young friends and authors going through the convulsive effects of love, depression and burgeoning careers, is finally opening stateside after playing the festival circuit for nearly two years.

I’ve yet to see Reprise, but something in me rebels at the idea of seeing a “new” film that was in its prime vintage state 22 months ago, and was probably shot in ’05. Movies are the opposite of wine in that their potency and maturity are not enhanced by sitting in the bottle. I’m generally cool with a film that’s anywhere from ten to fifteen months old, but anything beyond that feels delayed. The fresher, the better.