edaz’s review published on Letterboxd:
Never go the Midwest.
Never have kids.
Never read magazines.
All I could think about during American Honey. What an epic pop creation.
Is it as good as everyone says?
For much of the film I didn't know. So intimate. So raw. Such an ethereal portrayal that commands its viewers moment to moment.
Extended compelling sequences of beauty - the rich Texans sidesteps our expectations of how that sequence will play out and becomes something dare I say charming....
But still. Maybe the film was getting really fucking lucky. How can you not like a movie that repeatedly has characters singing along to "We Found Love"?
But the moment I knew that this was a good movie, the moment I knew that what was happening on screen wasn't mere chance but the labor of an extremely talented ensemble and artist comes during a moment of silence. No pop song. No screaming Shia (easily his best work as an actor).
Just a bunch of lost souls, characters overlooking a gorge standing silent except the exhale of a cigarette. Arnold allows the silence to hit. It's as impactful as any song moment in the film.
And you realize you're in the hands of a very gifted filmmaker and film.