I have grown up watching the films of Richard Linklater. When I was 10, School of Rock was the perfect film for me at that stage in my life – it is a film about counter-culturalism framed through a stifled education system. Dazed and Confused was the film for me at age 14, for largely the same reasons. When I was around 16, Before Sunrise and Before Sunset provided an acute conflation of romanticism and cynicism that matched my adolescent worldview. Slacker was the film for me when I finished school, possessing the same fractured, existential uncertainty that I was then consumed by, and largely still feel encumbered by today. Before Midnight is the film for the future me; I adore it now, but the film’s explication of long-term relationships and aging will perhaps only truly affect me in thirty or more years from now.
A filmmaker like Linklater holds so much good will with me already, and few other directors have shaped my perspective like Linklater. Entering Boyhood, it was difficult for me to leave my sappily sentimental feelings towards Linklater’s directorial style at the door and be truly objective. Nonetheless, I sincerely believe that Boyhood is the film for me at this stage in my life.