Couch Critic: Beasts Of The Southern WildIn Brief
I prefer my poetry to use its words. This visual “tone poem” of a film is too abstract and thematically disjoint to make nearly the sort of emotional impact it aims to. The metaphors are wasted in childish reverie and surrealism. Ultimately, one’s imagination is pushed to its limit, in the sort of way that upon waking from a dream you realize the lengthy leash your mind gave to fantasy, that once reigned in makes no sense at all.
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