One feat may be this film was shot in a five-year period of time. Boyhood in twelve. No problem. But a great deal, anyway. The thing is the story. Always the story. Here, Winterbottom takes us in the lives of people who have to do what they have to do, every day. And it's exactly that every day life which gives meaning to any life.
The kids (I imagine all of them siblings in real life) are just themselves all the time. No hidden tricks, no acting. They are the glue of everything here. And yes, they deliver what any kid their age would do in life: living as a kid. It has the feel of a documentary. The hand held camera is a clear sign of this, as is also the camera in the car, the perfectly captured whispers... as if we were intruding in their every day lives.
The beauty of the story is the chiaroscuro of its scenes and of its pace. Quiet and bucolic at times, raucous and city-driven in other moments. I applaud the way this film was made and all the people involved in making it happen. Beautiful.
The kids (I imagine all of them siblings in real life) are just themselves all the time. No hidden tricks, no acting. They are the glue of everything here. And yes, they deliver what any kid their age would do in life: living as a kid. It has the feel of a documentary. The hand held camera is a clear sign of this, as is also the camera in the car, the perfectly captured whispers... as if we were intruding in their every day lives.
The beauty of the story is the chiaroscuro of its scenes and of its pace. Quiet and bucolic at times, raucous and city-driven in other moments. I applaud the way this film was made and all the people involved in making it happen. Beautiful.