Mean Creek (2004). This wonderfully simple coming of age flick takes a typical day of childhood shenaniganry and makes it so much more. The grounded realism of this flick houses its thunder, with scenes that eschew cinematic ploys, instead meandering in it own brilliant fashion. The child actors all earn their due accolades; they simply owned this flick. Director Jacob Aaron Estes' debut, which he also wrote, also deserves much encomium. From the random but necessary closeups to the wondrous shots of nature at her finest, the camera points in all the right places. And where this film's capacity to entertain turns black, its only because its driving force has taken a back alley left unexplored by the typical Hollywood set, where prudence takes its cues from the scent of currency ink.
Genruk
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