Traumatized adolescent spirits deserted in the uncanny, end of history American wasteland, terminally haunting the (tangent) living and being haunted by the (manipulated) dead. Kind of fire. Give it a chance.
This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Those last five minutes offer the most subtly resonant moment of catharsis ever put on screen. A lifetime of longing and internal anguish overcome by a single gesture of outward vulnerability. The serene magnitude of a man liberating that little boy he has always been and finally accepting himself for who he is. No matter what Chiron's and Kevin's futures entail, I keep coming back to the refrain from Frank Ocean's "Godspeed:"
This love will keep us through blinding of the eyes
Silence in the ears, darkness of the mind
R E L E N T L E S S. Seeing and hearing this in IMAX last night was the single most visceral experience of my life. I'm not exaggerating, Dunkirk shook me to my core- when a few of those bombs got dropped on the beach in the opening scene, I could literally feel my chest vibrating from how loud the sound design was. And once it was all over, I basically felt like Cillian Murphy's character, completely shell-shocked. I'm still reeling from the whole thing.