Yes, that’s a play on the Flaming Lips.
Tangerine is the most talked-about indie of the year, and for good reason. It splashes vibrant, ruddy, glowing color all over the gritty urban streetscape of Hollywood. Then, as night falls on Christmas Eve, that patina is washed away, leaving only the ugly naked truth — and a few more laughs.
I’m going to draw an unlikely comparison to Boyhood, because movies are ultimately about the story. And the story of Tangerine wasn’t bad, but neither was it great. The same story with more bland, milquetoast characters would probably get a thumbs down — not just from me but most critics. The audacious characters of Tangerine drive the narrative.
You can talk about how different, and how novel, a movie is — and I loved the novelty of Tangerine — but ultimately the story must be there. So probably the best comparison of all: Beasts of the Southern Wild. It’s like this whole new world you’ve never seen before. This is what movies are supposed to do! So how can you not be over the moon? How can you not be wildly enthusiastic with your recommendation? Because story matters.
Every once in a while I wish that some truly profound David Lynch – Inland Empire moment might burst forth to offer true, glowing transcendence — but it was not to be. Still though, there is something endearing about Tangerine. Like Beasts of the Southern Wild, my opinion has been raised upon reflection. But also like Beasts, a more developed story would launch Tangerine into the stratosphere. 7/10
Update: A note I forgot to include: the film was shot almost entirely with three iPhones. Inspiration to low-budget filmmakers everywhere.