Really? A 16 year old (ALL 16 year olds are infantile teens with no perspective on how anything in the world really works, let alone how to write good prose) black kid from the Bronx who just happens to be a literary genius, despite the fact that there's nothing in his surroundings that encourages him into reading or anything remotely artistic or intellectual. To find all this silly is surely a sign of racism.
Random symbiotic collision of two unique individuals onto the traverse of finding another family, yet not by blood however by soul and mind. Van Sant's original, attractive stylization of urban fable about family, friendship and allegory to the one of the most contradictory author of the American Literature -J.Salinger. Simply genuine!
My respect for Gus van Sant deepens with every film of his I watch. I find that I love his mainstream ventures just as much as his smaller, more experimental films. Finding Forrester features great performances, a fantastic script, and shows off van Sant's strikingly unusual, and extraordinarily effective, method of visual storytelling. The film may be an inspirational audience-pleaser, but what's wrong with that?