Boyhood is a miracle. A quiet, slow burn that somehow slows time as it jumps from year to year, and turns our focus to the beauty of the mundane minutiae of our lives. We are defined by these normal motions and movements, more so than the landmark achievements that consume our attention and often feel hollow once attained, and Boyhood shines a light on the value of the days between our lives’ headlines.
Admittedly it was a long shot. Any other year and it wouldn’t have even been mentioned with the Oscars in the same breath. But it was. It didn’t need to win to prove its worth to me, but I would’ve loved to see The Little Indie Movie That Could take the big prize. I’m sorry it didn’t.