Repellent poverty porn trying to pass off as slice-of-life "humanism." That mix of professional actors and nonprofessionals that paid off so well for Sean Baker in "Tangerine" yields disastrous results in this collection of heavy-handed ironies. As someone who's lived in Florida for the past 22 years, I'm more than a little insulted Sean Baker took a look at Kissimmee and this is all he saw. Dafoe is nicely understated, but he has very little to do beyond posing for self-consciously picturesque widescreen vistas. Seeing "The Florida Project" is like wading in a pool filled with feces, urine and little brats' crocodile tears. Truly the pits.
A rare combination of beauty, smarts, wisdom and a limitless wellspring of tenderness, "Call Me by Your Name" is the One That Got Away on celluloid, coming back into your life to revisit what made your bond so special. If this movie were a person, I'd throw my arms around it and never let go. That Hammer/Chalamet chemistry is off the charts. If loving CMBYN as wholeheartedly as I do is wrong, I don't want to be right.
Here's my MiamiArtZine review: bit.ly/2m1RPoK