Director Debra Granik has an immaculate feeling for environment, monosyllabic hostility and the deforming effects of poverty, and everybody (except for pale, cherubic Lawrence, who wouldn’t last an hour in an authentic Ozarkian junkyard) looks credibly gnarled and hungry. . . . It’s a vivid, punishing, craggy-faced picture that, due to my allergy to ostentatious Ameriendie squalidness, I’m in no rush to revisit.
Fernando F. Croce
agosto 21, 2010