Review: Andrea Arnold's 'American Honey'

“My dreams? Nobody ever asked me that,” says , speaking in a low croon that gives his voice the crack of broken promises. The latest in LaBeouf’s experiments in Method delinquency is Jake, the obnoxiously charismatic hustler in pinstriped trousers, ratty braids and facial piercings—a Fagin for millennials—who’s at the center of British filmmaker. It’s a dose of nihilist picaresque to set beside , Harmony Korine’s and Gus Van Sant’s paeans to doomed youth—and, for the first hour of its 162-minute running time, swarms the screen with vibrantly uncouth energy.