After seeing two incredibly disturbing body horror pictures (that I can’t write about yet), one might not expect to find too much disturbing in the trappings of a drama such as The Florida Project. That is simply not the case. Walking out of The Florida Project, I felt sick. I felt like in some way it was my fault that things like this happen and in some way it is all our faults that stories like this exist. That’s the mastery of The Florida Project right there, it opens your eyes to the reality that our actions, our classes don’t exist in a vacuum, but rather that in the most beautiful place in the world, the ruthless dichotomy of haves and have-nots can still exist. The Florida Project takes place at the Magic Castle motel, just a mile from Disneyworld in Florida. The place is a rundown project, full of broken dreams and managed by Bobby (Willem Dafoe). Yet there is still some light. Moni and her six-year-old friends occupy the space, beaming from ear to ear as they attempt to conquer their childhood days by playing, loving and ignoring the affluence and degradation that surrounds them. They’re children ignorant of their surroundings, representatives of the childishness that comes hand in hand with ignoring the harsh realities that The Florida Project presents. And harsh they are. For its two hour runtime, The Florida Project comes out swinging with almost every aspect of its production. The mere fact that it takes place a mile from DisneyWorld, holds striking political connotations that could warrant an entire book...that I’m going to attempt to sum up right here. The Florida Project is itself a microcosm of a predominant political idea that separates the haves from the have-nots and Disney is the key to all of it. Walt Disney, and the brand that he perpetuated supported the rich white class family, which was again championed by political administrations of the 80’s, that allowed for the development of that group of people but also the disadvantage of other communities such as poorer white communities and the African American community. This connotation brings the poverty of The Florida Project to a disturbing end, with DisneyWorld and everything that it represents almost taunting the people working at the bottom. Sean Baker, a smart director by many, many, respects, also allows this taunting to take an auditory form, with helicopters taking off from the resorts acting as a constant reminder of what others have and what these people want. It all makes you consider the why of these people’s situations, and that can be found pretty explicitly in the text of the film. In the acting, in the dialogue, in the influence of one character on the other. It may be surprising to hear young actress Brooklynn Prince throwing out f-bombs and the b-word, as her little no more than ten self, but it also makes the environmental shaping of the children especially clear. That being said, who shapes the adults is a more difficult question. Moni’s mother, Hailey (Bria Vinante, in a performance so heartbreaking that it makes you feel nauseous) acts quite unprofessionally, but as we can see from her kid, she probably grew up that way and was shaped by the environment around her. Her way of acting isn’t met with understanding or respect, it is simply antagonized and that makes the movie all the more human and crushing. Willem Dafoe really brings the A game though and his character is one of the most tragic figures in modern film. He insists that he will be able to fix things, and you can see him trying to fix the disputes, but he’s too behind the curve. He’s too unaware or unable to keep up with everything. He says he’ll fix a bed bug mattress but he instead throws it out, unable to deal with it. He says he’ll fix the ice machine, but again he throws it away. He promises at the end of the film, to fix some dryers but you know he never will. The Florida Project may be bleak, but its human and in that humanity there can be found a soul. The smile of a child, happy to be alive. The smile of her mother, happy to find friendship. The smile of the landlord, finally having a human moment with a person over a cigarette. You may walk out of The Florida Project, disturbed and upset, but there’s no denying that it is just about perfect. 10 out of 10
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