Beach Rats

Beach Rats stands on its own merits as one of the boldest, most original films of the year. It does that incredible thing of making you miss it before it's even over, like fireworks that turn to smoke before you're ready.

The back-and-forths of the character’s decisions feel real, and Mr. Dickinson’s laconic blankness (you would never guess the actor was British) helps to give the character’s existential crisis a charge. Ms. Hittman is also assured enough to know it can’t be easily resolved.

Hittman's devotion to the male bodies onscreen is obsessive. Most good filmmakers, and most good artists, are obsessives. It goes with the territory. Hittman's obsession creates a potent blend of eroticism, pent-up feelings and good old-fashioned appreciation of beauty.

This dreamily shot US indie is an insightful study of sexual repression and awakening, featuring a compelling lead performance from Brit newcomer Dickinson.

The most memorable thing about it is the profoundly understated sensitivity of Harris Dickinson, a (surprisingly) British actor to keep an eye on.

Dickinson, in his film debut, almost makes this familiar narrative feel fresh.

Beach Rats is most compelling when it puts a self-aware focus on Harris Dickinson’s sculpted male figure.

Good acting, good plot, and I enjoyed the movie more than I thought. Hope they pick up the story where it left off, because I wanted to see how the characters continued to develope.

An aimless young man (Harris ****) hangs with his buds at a Brooklyn beach, but spends his nites cruising online for older men. He even scores a girlfriend to help him deny his inevitable attraction. This film feels foreign in style: scenes play out in real time with minimal activity or dialogue, there's no musical accompaniment and lots of lingering close-up shots of **** inner conflict. **** has a model's beauty and build, but it doesn't distract from his his genuinely compelling performance. Still, the lackadaisical pace and lack of narrative thrust hinder the full appreciation of this intimate, moody character study.

A well crafted movie that exploits the inherent drama of "coming out" in an unwelcoming environment. Add drugs, booze and an unsympathetic group of friends to the mix and you have a complex, painful brew of frustrated, destructive yearning and self reflection - all exquisitely shown with masterful movie making. However, the movie lacks a third act and there's no resolution of the main troubled character.

O filme é muito parado. Achei que seria bem melhor... Poucas cenas de sexo e poucos problemas sendo resolvidos. Na minha opinião, o filme não traz nada de novo a ser abordado. O diretor poderia ter tido mais imaginação, principalmente na parte final do filme.

As a gay man and an avid movie lover all I can say is don't waste a minute of time or a penny of money on this. The editing is bad while the 'artistic' touches waste time and the screenplay all add up to one of the worst movies of the year.