Richard Linklater’s Boyhood has been lauded more than any film in the last three decades according to Metacritic. It’s almost a little bit ridiculous to read the things that people have written about this film. It seemed like every day from the film’s premiere at Sundance to the theatrical release a few days ago that I saw a new post by some film critic calling this three hour epic a masterpiece. I started to hate this movie.
Of course, when I finally saw Boyhood, I understood exactly what everyone else was talking about. While everyone seems to rave about the towering achievement of the 12 year production and the brilliance of the actors, I found so many things to fall in love with in Boyhood that I wasn’t expecting at all.
The magic of Mason’s journey is in the little moments. The painfully relatable and beautifully detailed 12 year journey is worthy of every word of its seemingly impossible praise. Boyhood is a film that holds something different for every viewer, but the overwhelming response seems to be that everyone who sees this film sees themselves in this story. I know that Boyhood is a film I will hold dear as a reminder of my youth, and one that I will return to for the rest of my life to remind myself of the kind of man the boy I was always wanted to be.