As interesting the idea to film children and their POV is, St. Nick may not be entirely successful in either lending scope, or entertaining, or fully satisfying you in a complete way. I shall not blame the film for trying and surprisingly coming up with good child actors and steady cam work.
It is films like this that have resurrected my passion for film-making and given me hope that independent film is alive and well. Throughout Lowery weaves a dream-like trance-like story that lulls us into a near fugue state. When the home-owner appears the dream is broken and till the end we want to go back...and finally do. Some of the most hauntingly beautiful images I have seen in years.
A beautiful looking film, driven primarily by visuals in a Hitchcockian sense. This felt to me somewhat like Badlands meets The 400 Blows. This isn't as strong as a film as Ain't Them Bodies Saints, but it shows a film maker with style and a knack for visuals who will go on to make bigger and better things.
I could not help but feel immensely bored the entire time. The visuals are nice, but nothing notable. Lowery's use of extreme close-ups felt intrusive rather than revelatory. The sound design is exceptional, and you can see the kernel from which Ain't Them Bodies Saints sprouted.
Strong visual picture from David Lowery hinting at the expressiveness that would arrive with the recent 'Ain't Them Bodies Saints'. Two young siblings, on the run from home for unknown reasons, struggle to survive in a ragtag, scrapping by existence. The film may be trying to make comment on the resilience/determination of children to survive in challenging circumstances or the power of sibling love but falls short.
Two little siblings do what they can to survive on their own after leaving their home for reasons left unexplained. Reticent, enigmatic and barely dialogued poem about solitude and the unspoken sense of impending doom that comes with life itself. Athough the kids are nothing short of perfect in acting as if no camera was around, film gets too self-conscious to sustain its own, admittedly eerie, atmosphere.