There’s a component of familiarity in Beach Rats, a movie about a young man performing heteronormative masculinity, but the familiarity is muffled by Eliza Hittman’s directing style; she’s one of a kind, and so is her movie, the first she’s made in the last few years after debuting with the superb It Felt Like Love.
Beach Rats opens in New York and L.A. this weekend, and I’m unclear about its fate as regards expansion to other markets, but if you get the chance to see this on a big screen, take it. It’s a vibrant and somber winner. I wrote down my take on the film for The Playlist. You should take a chance and check that out, too.
A Constant Visual Feast 