I seriously don't get what all the fuss was about. Everything I've read said that this movie was basically the best thing since sliced bread and I just don't see it. Hushpuppy (Quvenzhane Willis) lives with her daddy (Dwight Henry) on a small island in the Gulf of Mexico outside the levees that residents call the Bathtub. She is surrounded by alcoholics and societal rejects and raised with the most minimal of care. When her father contracts an illness and the Bathtub is hit by a hurricane, Hushpuppy can hardly be blamed for thinking that it is the end of the world. Her imagination has the ice caps melting and prehistoric child-eating beasts awakening to ravage the land. What's a six-year-old to do? Go looking for her missing mother, of course.
Honestly, minus the aurochs, this could have been a documentary. If it were, maybe I would understand why people were all gaga over it. As it is, it's not a great movie. It's interesting, sure, and young Miss Wallis does a great job but Best Picture? Not even close.
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