The Kings of Summer

United off-kilter offspring.

Clinical bourgeois dexterity.

Juvenile introspective applicatory superciliousness.

Plunging right in.

Two friends and an accompanying oddball run away to the woods for the summer, and, since no one thinks to check for them there, their wilderness survival antics wantonly dipsy-doodle.

Perhaps not wantonly.

The Kings of Summer could have been more wanton.

Wanton at times however, as the daydreamy trouble making instigator must realize that he lacks the instincts of the hunter possessed by his lifelong associate who can't figure out what his problem is after the introduction of a feminine element.

Biaggio (Moises Arias) etherealizes a somewhat useless hands-on constructivism with a pertinent decorative unassuming acumen, best captured by the interpretive dance he releases to the beat of his rhythmic companions's drumming.

They interact as would young idealistic ill-prepared yet stubborn teens who find themselves inhabiting a nimble hardy brash funny neurotic filmic reverie.

The other main feature is Joe's (Nick Robinson) sarcastic jaded controlling super strict live-in family member whose prick of a temperament endears him to none.

Although he does steal a couple of scenes with his complete lack of sensitivity.

Suppose the scenes were meant for him.

He doesn't steal them.

These kids aren't that concerned with electronic devices.

They are able to competently manage a budget for awhile anyways however.

When Joe actually does hunt The Kings of Summer reaches a higher level.

Fun film.