The Butcher Boy is such a strange movie, but it's one that works. I've never seen a movie reveal its true nature particularly in the way this film does. It opens as a borderline sentimental look at a certain period in Irish history (early 60s) with a Huck Finn-ish protagonist, but as the film goes on, the film slowly reveals that Francie, our redheaded Huck, may have flights of fancy, but they are not normal for a child. In many ways, they are disturbed. This film is fractured, perfectly putting Francie's state of mind as the film goes on onto the screen.
But it's still strange.
This is a movie that needs to be seen, in how it devours pop culture and history and churns out this boy's state of mind. This film works as a character study and an allegory, and everything in between.