Nothing says Fourth of July like rewatching Hubie Halloween for the hundredth time.
Andrea Arnold's documentary fly-on-the-wall style elevates this from being just another road movie into your own personal seat in the van as we witness these people do whatever they can just to get by.
Watching this I couldn't help but be transported back to when I was 21 and found myself traveling across the country with a group of kids with nowhere to call home. They hitchhiked, train-hopped, played songs for whatever bit of change or food someone could spare,…
One time, I applied to be a janitor at an Adult Video store in Denver that had an "arcade" down a dark hallway. The building was gross and dimly lit, and open 24/7 with discreet parking out back. Despite a smoking ban in place for years, the inside still reeked of cigarettes and shame. Not one ounce of me wanted to work in that shithole but my reasoning was if I lowered the bar THAT much for myself, then every other job I’d have in life afterward wouldn’t seem as bad.
Watching A Haunted House is kinda like the movie version of that.