
In The Florida Project, Sean Baker shines a light on the previously marginal hidden homeless plight in the shadow of America’s grandest logo. It’s equal parts sad and infuriating with zero inspirational gist and is one of the most debated movies in the corridors of FC HQ. And it’s good.
Halley (Vinaite), Moonee’s (Prince) mom and careless enabler, drifts through by manipulation and disrespect and willingly passes on these talents to Moonee. It plays innocently for Moonee while Halley acts so frustratingly entitled that her love for Moonee seems shrewd. And this disappointment of Halley’s influence on Moonee is as thick as the Florida humidity.
Bobby (Dafoe), the exhausted manager of the motel, finds himself caring too much for everyone with nothing in return. He coerces some herons onto the grass which serves as proof that someone, or something, could actually listen to him. Thus, when Halley directs her ubiquitous irreverence to Bobby, the disdain for her character tips to all time. But Bobby’s appreciation for the poetic innocence of children prevails.
The abrupt ending screams fantasy with slight frustration but Prince gleams in the Sunshine State. The Florida Project manages edible spoons and 3.9999 napkins out of 5.

