I thought that this film might hold up now that I'm an adult, but I don't think it quite did. Choppy slow mo sections, too many dissolves, hokey contributions from Voight and Weaver, etc..
It is sort of fun to contemplate in terms of Jewish, African-American, immigration diaspora bandit-Western meets slave-narrative bundled in fears of miscegenation and punctuated by a juvenile (literally, with teens) contemporary imprisonment narrative, like, very postmodern and sort of inclusive for something geared towards kids.
I was surprised how little I remembered of the film, and this really makes me admire LaBoeuf more; even here his performance seems strong, and his character is mindful, conscientious, and only slightly washed in the light of white-saviour-martyrdom that these types of films are inevitably drawn towards.
This is the last film I watched as a 26 year old, and it was nice to round out 26 with nostalgia.