American Honey perfectly captures the naive excitement of being immersed in an unknown subculture and the inevitable demystification that follows.
The routines and codes of intimate groups of people often seem incredibly romantic and complex, and the less desirable qualities of being a “member” get muted by the washing over of warmth and belonging. It (like so much of what is great about this movie) is revealed on Star’s face as she turns from smiling sheepishly while observing the sing-along…
I don’t know where to start with this. The unbearable voice-overs are probably the biggest problem with Room, but nearly every human interaction in the entire movie rings false except for maybe a couple of the Leo scenes. No one with this little understanding of children and their development should write them as central characters, let alone from their perspective.
I can't in good conscience rate this so low without also saying I will probably watch this movie at least once every six months for the rest of my life. Just watch it, Butthorn.
