Sean Baker’s follow-up to Tangerine is the story of a precocious six year-old and her ragtag group of friends whose summer break is filled with childhood wonder, possibility and a sense of adventure while the adults around them struggle with hard times.
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[And in the end we'll all hold hands and escape to Disneyland when reality bites way too hard.] How in holy hell were Moonee & Jancey (not to mention Ashley & Halley) Not nominated for any awards..?! Is this a gender thing again? Brooklynn Prince & Valeria Cotto are some of the best child actors since Shirley Temple & Natalie Wood. Chasing paedos with sodas vs paying homage to fallen down yet still growing Trees= ♡ ▽
Dysfunctional America. File this alongside American Honey, a refreshing new breed of American Cinema that shows us the peeling lead paint and the authentic harsh reality which is not Kardashians and cronuts, it's survival in a society that doesn't give a shit about anyone who can't afford a ticket to Walt Disney World.
As a general rule, children can't act—and that's to the great advantage of The Florida Project, because I'd be surprised if even a quarter of what its young heroes do on screen was scripted or controlled. Baker finally nails the tone between comic energy and tragic grime that was so uneven in Tangerine, and Willem Dafoe's hotel manager is the most steadfast hero in a year that contained the whole damn Justice League.
Digital. The creatures are less flaming than those of the previous film but not less fast, anxious and inconvenient; the space remains Californian, with the saturated and warm colors of LA by night visiting Florida, with (dis)enchantment. The filming keeps on being tense and itinerant, maintaining Baker in the small pedigree of contemporary North-American filmmakers who see's beyond the obvious and the indulgent.
White trash turned into cuteness overdose by the lens of Sean Baker, with hints of pedophilia and prostitution. Dafoe plays it cool, but if you were going to nominate anyone for an Oscar in here, it might as well have been Bria Vinaite... or - what the heck! - little diva Brooklynn Prince.
Looked at in the right way, flamingos are never really in the way; probably best not to get in theirs either. As in Tangerine, Baker gives us characters whose humanity sparks and jumps like a live wire. These kids are necessarily limited compared to that film's stars, but within those limits they're just as sticky-sweet, fucked-up, and run amok by boredom. Meanwhile the adults, winningly awful, are awfully winning.
Extremely absorbing, mostly because of the strange acting rapport between Vinaite and the young Prince, “The Florida Project” mirrors the immaturity, irresponsibility, and rudeness of a lost person, whose terrible example for his child, both behavior and language-wise, is sad and vexatious.
i doubt if there any script writing or mes-in-scene, absolutely raw and playful acts, even the story line seems like "invented on location, performances driven or something", it's more like a documentation without saying much, just us witness some people lives.