luxecious’s review published on Letterboxd:
This film has been on my watchlist for a long time, possibly to its detriment. I expected a dark and gritty narrative about a troubled boy, and instead I watched an artistic interpretation of mental illness with barely any dialogue to move it along. The symbolism throughout was way too on-the-nose: red paint splatter! A white shirt with red dots all over it! Ewwww haha oh look Kevin’s eating a LYCHEE right after something happens to a thing that looks like a lychee! And don’t even get me started on the absolutely brash bluntness of the soundtrack (but the songs are so old! and folksy! wow so hipster and auteur cinema and definitely not BEATING YOU OVER THE HEAD with the point of each scene!!).
Overall, I was a bit disappointed and feel as though the book might be more my speed. Speaking of, was John C. Reilly cast because the father is supposed to be an ultra jolly, naive, innocent, oblivious guy? Because otherwise, that was a super weird casting, in my opinion.