A Tale of Porn, Texas, and Trumpism

Sean Baker’s Red Rocket asks why we keep falling for charming but horrible rogues.

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Simon Rex in Red Rocket.

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Sean Baker might be the best American indie filmmaker you’ve (probably) never heard of. Working on such tight budgets that his features are essentially home movies — he not only wrote and directed his latest film, but also edited it, cast it, and did some “precision driving” for it — he mines the same territory as Paul Thomas Anderson and the Safdie Brothers, chronicling the poor decision-making of oddly endearing lowlifes in stories whose crazy twists are rendered with a documentary’s verisimilitude.

Unlike the other filmmakers I mentioned, Baker doesn’t hire big-name performers as stars, and I really wish he would, because that’s how you get audiences interested. People went to see Uncut Gems because they’d heard of Adam Sandler, not Josh & Benny Safdie. Nobody went to see The Florida Project, Baker’s brilliant and unsentimental 2017 film about poor people living in the shadow of Walt Disney World.

Kyle Smith

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Kyle Smith

Kyle Smith is the film critic for the Wall Street Journal.

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