With respect to Socrates, my unexamined life is not worth living. The front room is the face we show everyone but we hide our true self in the back room.
Boyhood is an experience. When the credits roll after near 3 hours have gone by, I sit with my wife, emotionally consumed. So much to think about in a film where not too much happens. No car crashes, or huge epiphanies, or long set pieces or scenery chewing. I sit thinking about the boy and how he changes over time from an actively curious, wildly enthusiastic, responsible child to a passively curious, sullen, and introspective to the point of laziness teenager.
It’s a lot like life and how we change even when we don’t want to or while we’re not looking. This is a tricky bit writing and filmmaking but in the hands of Richard Linklater it becomes an unforgettable coming of age story without the Hollywood morality and life lessons.
The first hour is the most exciting, with the boy’s energy as the touchstone and introducing supportive characters who…
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