American Honey

I love the shape of Arnold’s movies. Hers as much as Robbie Ryan’s, clinging to every detail, every small distraction, evoking a handheld 50mm Malick/Lubezki. The images here are brilliant. The content, however, felt like it was coming up short. The actors present are fantastic, and yet the ensemble is mostly reduced to quirks or faces. The film highlights things by showing them and does, for the most part, not explore these subjects. Those kids in that van could’ve been enough to fill up 3 hours, or a whole season, and yet it got stuck on that love story and on showing us every detail, every small distraction.