Too many moments of pure cinema to give it any less than four stars, none of which I’ll reference here because it’s about the little surprise of seeing magic unfold before your eyes. Those calling it poverty porn don’t seem to know the meaning of the phrase.
But the ending, while I totally understand what it is going for intellectually, left me feeling like the film tripped over its own feet in its final, crucial moments.
But still quite a pleasure to watch. Better than American Honey.