The opening contains everything. A young boy on clunky old roller skates grinds his way down a gravel street, never achieving anything like momentum but still beaming anyway, as if the very possibility of fun and freedom is itself enough. Behind him, other boys holler in pursuit—they want the skates back. A title card tells us this is Jordan in 1967. The road cuts on through scrubby, endless desert, and the boy, getting nowhere, grinds... More >>>