I have to say that this is quite a movie, small and yet terribly profound, superficial and almost plotless but bursting with observations about 21stcentury life. Hallie is pretty much an outsider and failure at modern life. She can’t keep a job and is holed up in a purple coloured motel in Kissimee, Florida, a stone’s throw away from Orlando’s theme parks but definitely the other side of the street as it were. She has a six-year-old daughter Moonee and does her best to make the weekly rent, sometimes reselling dubiously acquired perfume, or entries to the Disney parks, or later on in the movie, selling her heavily-tattooed body. She is serious about her role as mother but lacks the maturity and the economic base to do it well and sometimes Moonee seems more astute than her mother. The film however focuses on Moonee’s life with her friends Scooty and Jancey, running to visit each other along the freeway, spitting on cars, exploring abandoned buildings, going on safaris to see cows, dancing in the rain or getting up to all sorts of mischief. These episodes are at once charming and seem very authentic in a way seldom seen in movies and yet they also carry the foreboding that something will go wrong because the parenting is poor and the future unsure. Her friends are also living precariously in similar circumstances: some mothers have jobs, in one case it is the solo grandma bringing up the kids. Bobby, the manager of the motel is trying to help and contain them while aware of his employer’s demands that people should not take up residency and that there should be no prostitution on the premises. The irony is ever present and yet never shouted out; over the road in Disney World, the middle classes and above pay plenty for their “once-in-a-lifetime” holiday, while right next door, the underbelly struggle to keep afloat and eat badly, smoke and take drugs to survive, excluded as they are from mainstream society. They are not necessarily worse off in some aspects, Moonee and her friends invent games and play act all day long and Moonee is a keen student of human behaviour, often shouting out comments to the public about life that no one cares to see. She and her mother are difficult, often disrespectful people but they also have a point. Bobby understands this and tries to protect the children and let them have a childhood but it is not easy.
Acting is great from Brooklynn Prince as Moonee, Bria Vinaite as Hallie and Willem Defoe in his best role in years as Bobby. The minor characters do well too, especially the kids. The camera is another star, picking up the tropical Florida light, the often lurid coloured buildings, the sun and the humidity. And director Sean Bell, intersperses the kid’s play, the heavier moments of selling, stealing and scrounging with small scenes like the arrival of a flock of cranes in the motel courtyard, ushered away by Bobby as he would an unwelcome human guest. And there is humour too and a lot of it, like Bobby trying to cover up Gloria, an older guest who likes to sunbathe topless.
The Florida Project may not be everybody’s idea of a top film but in its authentic look at the poorer side of life, it achieves more than most ever do.
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