This torture-comedy-cum-absurdist-sci-fi-thriller is one of the most surprising, strange, and genuinely inventive, especially visually, films I've seen in ages. If you want a lot to look at, look at this.
After she earns 400 dollars by eating a tequila worm in front of a bunch of rich cowboys who picked her up in their car and then selling them magazine subscriptions, debut actress Sasha Lane, who was hand-picked off of a beach in Florida by British director Andrea Arnold, stands up in the front of a stolen convertible while Shia Labeouf drives. "I feel like I'm fucking America," she says. While watching the movie, I did too. The film captures…
I'm so glad I put off watching this for so long, somehow. What a treat. Impeccable, elegant, a joy, visually inventive, a pleasure, funny, touching, just the right length. A jewel of an original story that captures the feeling of being lost, of being modern, and of grasping for, and occasionally getting, human connection better than most other artifacts of any recent era. Thank you to all involved; we are indebted.