Extremely fascinating, with some really excellent performances, but I think that the only reason the film appears to have depth is because the actors are so good. Upon closer inspection, it becomes obvious that they're just tired cliches, even if they're admirably well-performed. Still, it was a gripping film, as shocking as it intends to be, and ultimately haunting. It's just a pity that it felt so incomplete.
Boyhood, or An Excruciatingly Overlong Celebration of Suburban Mediocrity, is an aimless and outwardly ambitionless film, much like its central character, whose name doesn’t matter because he always remains a stranger to us anyway. It celebrates the coming-of-age of a perfectly normal boy who, by the end of the film, looks ready to grow into yet another struggler. Okay.
Initially, Mason’s passivity seems interesting, if only because his silence seems to promise maturity and perhaps even youthful wisdom. But when…
“Someday this war’s gonna end.”
Chills. When that serene green landscape with those beautiful palm trees and the curling yellow fumes bursts into flame, when the beat drops and that voice begins to sing this is the end, I felt chills run up and down my spine. This was going to be something great. I could feel it in my bones.
What do you get when you give a brilliant, hubristic mind the freedom to make whatever the fuck he…