I don't have time to write a full review, but I'd be doing you a disservice if I didn't commend Beasts of the Southern Wild to your attention.
Despite some very tasty images, such as the above, this is not really a fantasy -- or if it is, it's only a fantasy in the sense that any movie in which life proves to be impossibly hospitable is a fantasy. And there's no getting around the fact that the plot is almost as shambolic as the charmingly hammered together sets. But it has a stunning performance by then-six-year-old Quvenzhane Wallis and tons and tons of heart.
So what happens? The marsh Eden called Bathtub is a refuge for what Rebecca Ore calls "wild humans" -- people who live in extreme poverty but in recompense get to live exactly as and how they wish, with not a second thought for authority of any kind. But a hurricane, an ill-advised attempt to save their community by blowing up a levee, and meddling government do-gooders threaten to to separate young Hushpuppy (Quvenzhane) and several other girls from their homes and families. Bad things happen. Good things happen. There's a happy ending.
The ending is kind of beside the point, though. The charm of this movie is in its moment-by-moment depiction of lives spent in the kind of freedom that most of us can only fantasize about. Also in its visual beauty. Squalor has never looked more attractive than this.
I have to wonder, though. According the credits, the movie was based (surely loosely) on the play Juicy and Delicious Lucy Alibar. What on earth can that play be like?