In praise of the tantalizing beauties of Junebug.
Director Morrison adds his own motifs, and they're not always in sync with the well-carpentered script. (That's a good thing—it opens the movie up.) The editing is quick and arrhythmic, the score (by Yo La Tengo) eerily restrained. Sometimes the sound drops away, the dialogue stops, and we get images of the clean, tasteful family home and the cared-for landscapes. Yet the plainness of this Southern setting is deeply mysterious. Underneath the order and hospitality is … what? I have issues with Junebug, but a movie this rich and tantalizing is a rare gift. ... 3:38 p.m. PT