NY Daily News Review:
This shimmering, raw, hip-hop hymnal of a film by Andrea Arnold is an American tale that is both gorgeously original and rooted in some of the greatest stories this country has ever produced.
It's also a road trip movie that puts Shia LaBeouf back on the comeback trail as an actor.
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Elvisí granddaughter Riley Keough (with LaBeouf) adds a rock ní roll vibe as the leader of the misfits. (HOLLY HORNER/A24)
Parts "Death of a Salesman," "On the Road," and "Bonnie and Clyde" ó with a pinch of "Glengarry Glen Ross" thrown in ó this film feels completely of the moment and also classic.
Star (Sasha Lane) is an 18-year-old from a harsh, impoverished home who runs away with a hard-drinking, pot-toking troupe of door-to-door magazine salespeople. They drive around the middle parts of the country in a van, stopping in places rich, poor, boomed and busted, trying to sign people up for little-desired subscriptions. Star soon finds herself romantically entangled with the volatile Jake (Shia LaBeouf). Their tumultuous affair is part lust, part chaos, and frantically young and jagged.
Perhaps only Elvis' granddaughter could be the leader of this gritty group of misfits. And so it is with Riley Keough, perfectly cast as a trashy but beautiful hard-nut named Krystal who wears her bikini like a weapon, the queen bee of every cheap hotel the group checks into on their never-ending tour of an America you usually only see if you hop in your car and drive around it yourself.
They don't set many movies in Muskogee, only old country songs. But this movie's soundtrack isn't, for the most part, populated by crooners like Waylon Jennings and Townes Van Zandt. Try "Choices (Yup)" by E-40 and "Out the Mud" by Kevin Gates.
Watching "American Honey" reminds me of the best work of Richard Linklater. The filmmaker's technique is nearly invisible. The viewer feels he or she is looking at life through some perfectly clear lens.
The actors have not been coaxed into acting. They have somehow been made to feel safe enough to show a side of their humanity that is normally hidden.
From Arielle Holmes as the Darth Vader-obsessed Pagan to Veronica Ezell as Star's emotive seatmate, these are performances that occasionally seem like prayers to some beaten but still beating American heart.
The film slowly, slowly blossoms into an emotional wildflower by the end, leaving us with a scene that is kind of spontaneous road baptism, an unsure note of spiritual birth.
Itís certainly worth the road trip to the closest movie theater.
American Honey: Entertainment Weekly review
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