It might have passed many by. WE THE ANIMALS, Sundance screened, Independant Spirit and GLAAD award nominated. It really shouldnt have passed so many by. A poetic, lyrical film that even sometimes explodes with sentiment. We chart the story of Jonah (Evan Rosado). A young boy growing up in a mixed race, working class family. He has two brothers, a loving mother and a difficult father. He lives in upstate New York, spends days after school walking the suburbs, mornings screaming and playing, weekends pushing everything and expelling his energy before he has to become serious with life. Running with his brothers and spending the late nights, writing down what has happened that day. This is not all however. He has a feeling. A feeling that might open up his life to his blossoming sexual identity. Whatever his father will do, is unknown. His mother however senses this and wants to help him through.
I suspect that director Jeremiah Zagar would be expecting the comparions with MOONLIGHT that WE THE ANIMALS critical apprasial has produced. One again marketing and lazy critics have clubbed together to simplify the content, subtext and substance of a film. Jeremiah Zagar steers the film through something as interesting as the other film but factors in a well written but casually performed experience. The real centre of which is that preception of childhood masculine identity. Evan Rosado is allowed to be tender, which gives a note of compassion. It also asks questions of the sexual identity certainly but it also contorts some topics. With intellegence certainly but when it builds on the idea of abuse, race, identity or childhood, it becomes skewed or more honestly, left loose and untied. This is not to be sneered at mind. The film as a whole is worthy of its accolades and maybe a revisit from the director and cast. Maybe then they could resolve those untied pieces of the story.