I can’t remember the last time I saw a film where a six-year-old little girl flexed her muscles at the camera and let out a defiant scream—probably because there never has been one. Between Wes Anderson’s Moonrise Kingdom and Pixar’s Brave, it’s been a great season for precocious, strong-willed heroines. But Beasts of the Southern Wild’s Hushpuppy (Quvenzhané Wallis)—a resourceful, motherless sprite in rain boots and underpants—is the strongest, and most inspiring, of the bunch.
Hushpuppy lives with her loving, if volatile, father (Dwight Henry) in the swamps of Louisiana called The Bathtub. Theirs is a happy, but rugged existence. Post-Katrina, the levees have been raised to keep the water out of New Orleans and in The Bathtub. But the whole village shares Hushpuppy’s defiance. They’ll be damned if their huts and makeshift modes of transportation (Hushpuppy’s dad has a fishing boat made out of the bed of a pickup truck) will be taken away from them—and they come together as a community to preserve their way of life.
This ravishing debut from director Benh Zeitlin exists on a plane between horror story and fairy tale; between gritty realism and magic realism: If...




