Sunday, July 1, 2012
It is a coming of age story that takes place during one summer in a fictional landscape (that feels like an island off of Northern Maine or Nova Scotia). Two twelve-year-olds rebel and runaway to camp out for a few days. There is a lot about cub scouts or boy scouts in this film (not a topic I would normally get too excited about), but Andersen brings the intricacies of his "Khaki scouts" so to life that you find yourself even enjoying the interiors of their tents. The Khaki master (Edward Norton) sips cognac and smokes cigarettes in his tent while recording his daily captain's log. The rituals of camp life and boy scouts becomes another culture or stage upon which human defeats and triumphs play out--frame by vivid frame.
I won't give away the plot, but this felt like an art gallery of wonderful images, while, at the same time, telling a powerful story about the bold steps it takes to find yourself and to escape the innate sadness of playing the "adult" roles we are so often given. I recommend it for a rainy or sunny afternoon. Either way, you will have felt like your eyes and body truly traveled somewhere new and relished in its unforgettable hues and textures.