Beasts of the Southern Wild
I gotta take care of mine.
Hushpuppy, an intrepid six-year-old girl, lives with her father, Wink, in “the Bathtub,” a southern Delta community at the edge of the world. Wink’s tough love prepares her for the unraveling of the universe; for a time when he’s no longer there to protect her. When Wink contracts a mysterious illness, nature flies out of whack—temperatures rise, and the ice caps melt, unleashing an army of prehistoric creatures called aurochs. With the waters rising, the aurochs coming, and Wink’s health fading, Hushpuppy goes in search of her lost mother.
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Beasts of the Southern Wild sucker punched me while I had my guard down. I knew next to nothing about it, but I wasn't really ready for this fable-like slice of magical realism.
The simplest stories are often the most interesting. This one's unique protagonist describes it best herself: 'Future scientists will know, there was a girl named Hushpuppy who lived with her father in the Bathtub.' That phrase will carry an emotional depth with it as well as a deeper meaning after you've watched this film.
This is a film about life, about being firmly rooted in the world and the place you live, about family and the self-evident strength of the…
Being the darling of the Sundance film festival can often be more of a curse than a blessing. Beasts of the Southern Wild arrives on a tidal wave of gushing critical praise, and the occasional criticism of its fetishization of the poor, but I was left a little nonplussed by the whole affair. It’s a hard film to describe - it’s part plaintive magical realism and part apocalyptic fable. A Cajun coming-of-age yarn about a six-year-old girl, Hushpuppy, living with her ill father in the flood threatened bayou surrounded by broad and colourful characters who have slipped through the cracks and formed their own ramshackle community ignored and forgotten by the rest of the world.
As a first feature, director…
"Beasts of the Southern Wild" is an adventure that is, at once, grimy and colorful, celebratory and heartbreaking, and concrete and metaphorical. Filling similar cinematic space as 2011's "Tree of Life," the film is both a straight ahead tale of life and survival and a nearly poetic, theme-rich think-piece. Its cinematography is grainy and vibrant; its performances, especially the revelatory Quvenzhané Wallis, are authentic and bold.
"Beasts of the Southern Wild" is a rich, layered experience. Although not for everyone, the memorable and moving film is worthy of praise and discussion.
A beautiful, moving, wonderfully acted, but woefully misguided film, Beasts of the Southern Wild is damn near impossible for me to review.
But before I go off on a rant, let me cover the good stuff (and there's a lot). Benh Zeitlin has created a gorgeous film, the kind of movie that I think David Gordon Green would still be making if he had stepped away from the bong. It is elegiac, contemplative, and features one of the most fascinating child performances (from Quvenzhané Wallis) that I've ever seen. In its recreation of an isolated delta community, the set design is astounding. Its keen ear towards…
are you fucking kidding me?
Underground cinema water, very enjoyable
Wow, the young Ms. Wallis is amazing.
It is beautifully shot. The music and acting are great. However, the movie as a whole does not really work. What is it trying to say?
"When it all goes quiet behind my eyes, I see everything that made me lying around in invisible pieces. When I look too hard, it goes away. And when it all goes quiet, I see they are right here. I see that I'm a little piece in a big, big universe. And that makes things right."
Beasts of the Southern Wild is one of those films which reminds you that this is exactly why you are so passionate about cinema. The rawness of the story, the surroundings that are so ugly they become beautiful, the pure honesty on the faces of people who've never acted before - this is what cinema can do.
Yeah, I cried. The last twenty minutes…
This movie was supposed to be really good, but I couldn't bring myself to finish it.
Over-wrought poverty fetishism where stubborn self-destruction and hypermasculinity are noble and social workers are the bad guys. The mother appears in one flashback scene in which she literally appears as a disembodied ass. Fuck this movie.
A fresh-feeling vision of the deep South that employees the work of mostly amateur performances. It is reflective and contemplative at times, which does not always make for an easy viewing, but the imagery and imagination are worth the time. A very good small movie that packs a lot of punch.
Una bambina coraggiosa, il battito del cuore, animali e natura a confronto in una terra indomabile.
This movie may have been damned by the amount of praise it received because, while I know many people liked it, I had serious problems connecting with any of the characters in the film. The performances are fine, but I just found myself unable to really empathize with anyone. I wish I could articulate better what my specific problems with the film are. Normally, when I dislike a film I can point to specific scenes, specific performances, specific dialogue, specific plot points or some precise moment when the movie lost me. Not so with this film. It just didn't speak to me on any level.