Son of Rambow
Written/Directed by Garth Jennings
If Wes Anderson decided to adapt The Adventures of Kavalier and Clay and The Goonies, the product would be the Son of Rambow, the latest indie about precocious kids unleashed with crayola crayons and magical realism animation.
There is a lot going on in this film thematically. You have religious conflict (ultra-conservative Brethren sect vs. mainstream anti-christ aka Hollywood action films). There is a dialogue about performing masculinity and gender identity politics (wow, did I just utter the most pretentious sentence ever...whoops) as we see a spectrum of male role models for young boys: Rambo (ultra-masculine warrior Sly Stallone), Lawrence (preppy, slick older brother of Lee Carter), Diddier (androgynous Frenchie metro exchange student). Which role are these boys supposed to emulate? Then you have a power chain. Who bullies who? Each character carries his/her own demons. Film, art, rave like dances, slugging each other are the release mechanisms.
So how to make sense of this cinematic/narrative hodgepodge...it's a think piece, a collage of modern adolescence presented in a 78 minute feature length film, take the images, assemble them together through your own lens. And revel in some of the most glorious panoramas (racing through the field, dancing at the psychedelic school lounge)
Meanwhile, taste the Fig, mango, apple, walnut, avocado salad at Starwich in midtown west. Once again, a lot of good ideas (colorful, tasty fruit) assembled without any culminating, unifying flavor. I don't know whether to eat it or make it into sangria. Either way I think it could use some mint.
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