Oh man. It’s already been more than a week and in many ways I’m still digesting this.
Honey Boy is an autobiographical movie that Shia LaBeouf wrote. Deep breaths.
Now we know a couple of things about Shia LaBeouf: he has suffered a pretty lengthy and public meltdown, and he has continued to put out some pretty worthy performances, albeit in smaller vehicles (American Honey and The Peanut Butter Falcon recently). In a review for Charlie Countryman, I attempted to parse the nature of his problems and his pain, but of course from the outside, you can only guess, and wish him well (or not). But Shia is at that point in his healing where he is letting us in. He is performing an exorcism here. The ghosts in his closet have been let loose – but will they haunt him less?
“Selfishly,” he told us, “I made this movie for 2 people: me, and my dad.” Let’s unpack that a bit.
First, you need to know that in this movie he wrote, Shia plays his father. His own father. Noah Jupe and Lucas Hedges play young Shia and older Shia, though the character goes by Otis in the film. What does it mean that he’s written this painfully intimate autobiographical film, but called his character by another name?
Shia’s father James was (is) an addict, an ex-con, abusive to both Shia and his mother. And yet when we meet young Otis, who is hard at work on the set of a show not unlike Even Stevens, he is living in a dingy motel with his dad. His dad is not just acting as a parental guardian, but as a paid one. James doesn’t work. He takes money from his kid. Which doesn’t stop him from neglecting the son he’s being paid handsomely to watch, or from hitting the child who is technically his boss.
This makes for a complicated relationship and a complicated childhood. And though Otis’s mother is seldom heard from , you do have to wonder – if it’s dad who has custody, just how bad is mom?
So you start to realize that this little kid has no parents. Or, actually, that he’d be better off without the ones he does have. But what he does have is a full-time job and more money than most adults. But he’s also got family obligations and staff who are also relatives but virtually no one telling him how to navigate these complex situations. So by the time Noah Jupe magically transforms into Lucas Hedges, Otis has PTSD and his own struggles with addiction and no idea how to take time out from his busy career and the pressures of Hollywood to deal with them. Until a court gives him very explicit directions to do so (and thank goodness).
But maybe his best therapy has been writing this screenplay. Clearly troubled after the TIFF premiere of Honey Boy, Shia is quick to reassure us that he’s happy to be here with us, but he’s quiet, introspective, quick to deflect to his costars and the director he so admires, Alma Har’el. As his struggles have become increasingly public and undeniable, he is coping with the tools he has available: creatively. But will his creation be his catharsis? And is any of this interesting or entertaining to those of us who have to personal stake in his recovery?
Resoundingly: yes. The absolute best bits are between young Otis (Jupe) and his father (LaBeouf). Mostly stuck in a crappy motel room, the anger between them is never at less than an aggressive simmer, and it’s ALWAYS on the verge of boiling over. Even the quiet is not to be trusted. The tension is awful and soon we too are responding like an abused kid, ready to flinch at the least provocation. If you come from a conflict-filled background yourself, you won’t fail to identify the triggers. Be gentle with yourself.
Honey Boy is a moving, emotional movie-going experience. I also hope it brought a certain amount of closure to a young man still wrestling with his demons.
This sounds interesting. The setting, a cramped motel room, would obviously ramp up any tension by ten. I wish him well. Hard enough to wrestle with demons in the relative anonymity of just being an average person. How tough it must be when your struggles are plastered over social media and supermarket tabloids. This is another well written, concise and perceptive review from you.
I’m really looking forward to this. Shia is a mess but I’ve always enjoyed his performances and I think it’s pretty brave that he wrote this. I hope I enjoy it.
Cool review Jay, I hope he gets to a good place.
First review I’ve read on this one. Thanks for putting it on my radar!
Man, this sounds rough. I hope this was a therapeutic experience for both of them
I’ve always liked him and for a long time I thought the strangeness was some drawn out performance art, but we all know now that it’s not–poor guy.
A reminder that child actors don’t always have a good support system. I’m sad to hear his childhood was so awful.
Hadn’t heard of this, sounds interesting. The whole ‘Shia autobiography’ thing naturally caught my eye!!!
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