At 2:17 AM one morning, all of the kids from Ms. Gandy's classroom inexplicably exit their homes, with their arms extended out at their sides as if they were little airplanes, running off and out of site -- all of the kids except for one little boy.
There's something eerily fairy-tail like about the story, from the onset. The film doesn't take the liberty of interpreting itself for you, unlike other recent notable arthouse horror hits. I'll leave you to contend with the political subtext -- I'm still processing it. I think you'll agree that, at its core, the film is a genre savvy meditation on the themes of loss, grief, obsession, alcoholism, the fragility of childhood, and the childlike vulnerabilities that we carry into adulthood.
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