The power of storytelling is something that is vastly underlooked in cinema. Storytelling in itself has become a forgotten art, lost amidst the rubble of advancing technology or overly convoluted plots. The tradition of storytelling is perhaps the most ancient form of humanity, passed down through generations via the oral tradition of preservation. Beasts of the Southern Wild is positioned directly within this framework of half-fable and half-parable, bound tightly to the form of a narrative which is interwoven with folklore, anthropology, and innocence. It is truly visionary in all senses, never faring on the side of predictable, but on the side of an original folklore set within the confines of modern struggle, travelling surely between the worlds of magical realism and human reality.
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