I watched this for the 2nd time recently and it's even more fresh than the 1st time. & I picked up some details that i had not focused on before.
I Like how Pablo Schreiber, as Wayland, is a realistically stoic, big-galute of an ex-15-year felon, with a generous but troubled blue spirit.
Jena Malone is richly real as lost and angry, but sincerely sweet, Dolores, a single mother three times over without one baby-daddy even just on the very distant unrecognizable horizon. Each child character is authentically unique and they wear well too, each one of them in their very own mien.
The dialogue is incisively contemporary, and surprisingly from ALL of the characters, without being preachy, "cute", nor hipster cliches. & There's a classic-Greek chorus posed as a kind of mellow, but righteously wheeled, leathered, and furry motorcycle club on the periphery of everyone's story.
Writer-Director Sabrina Doyle and her video lensmen clearly personally love ALL of these faces up close and also in their magnificent Northwestern forest and mountain stage. This mostly misty environment is occasionally accented, with surprising subtlety, for just a bit of sunny fun in the fun-park colors of Wayland's free-ice-cream truck.
Darkly dear and enchanting closing shots of Jena, in her generative mythical title role, exponentially mirror the beginning of this pearlescent mystery about how all of them got real from where it all began in prosaic high school daze past.
I Like how Pablo Schreiber, as Wayland, is a realistically stoic, big-galute of an ex-15-year felon, with a generous but troubled blue spirit.
Jena Malone is richly real as lost and angry, but sincerely sweet, Dolores, a single mother three times over without one baby-daddy even just on the very distant unrecognizable horizon. Each child character is authentically unique and they wear well too, each one of them in their very own mien.
The dialogue is incisively contemporary, and surprisingly from ALL of the characters, without being preachy, "cute", nor hipster cliches. & There's a classic-Greek chorus posed as a kind of mellow, but righteously wheeled, leathered, and furry motorcycle club on the periphery of everyone's story.
Writer-Director Sabrina Doyle and her video lensmen clearly personally love ALL of these faces up close and also in their magnificent Northwestern forest and mountain stage. This mostly misty environment is occasionally accented, with surprising subtlety, for just a bit of sunny fun in the fun-park colors of Wayland's free-ice-cream truck.
Darkly dear and enchanting closing shots of Jena, in her generative mythical title role, exponentially mirror the beginning of this pearlescent mystery about how all of them got real from where it all began in prosaic high school daze past.