It’s clear-eyed about its young characters, even if the drama it constructs around them tends toward the superficial.
Moselle aims her cinematic arrow at the hearts of the same choir that Jarecki’s stunted aesthetics preach to.
Moselle’s slapdash, borderline indifferent aesthetic shortchanges the more fascinating elements of her subject.
The film’s plot isn’t unusual, but director Ron Morales strips it down to its primal essence.