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Anyone who ever dreamed of America dreamed it for two kinds of spaces : the city – high and sprawling, violent and full of energy – and the nature – the desert, the bayou, the swamps, the "wilderness", a word that has no equivalent in French. We dream of America because we dream of the images that created it. There are always images, shaped by other images, and we keep on dreaming of them. The filmmakers know that. Watching Mulholland Drive is watching Gilda and Sunset Boulevard, etc. Watching Mud is watching other images of the South. And the South has always been inhabited by resourceful children, forced to manage on their own to face the adults' violence. And nature has always been for them a way out and a consolation. Watching Ellis (Tye Sheridan) and Neckbone (Jacob Lofland) is like watching Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn, Idgie in Fried Green Tomatoes, Mick in the Heart is a Lonely Hunter… "This thing I want I know not what", Mick says. Ellis watches the adults, he sees his parents fight, he sees women lie to men, men lie to women. They seem lost. He would like to help them, to belong there, and yet at the same time he is disappointed in them, he is angry. This thing he wants and doesn't want. Mud, and everything that shaped it, is about a passage, a difficult growth from the child's freedom to the adult's responsibilities, it's about the impossibility to understand the world as it is. To understand, you always need a guide, or at least a model. But the adult is weak and needs help. In Mud, as in two other great movies, Winter's Bone and Beasts of the Southern Wild (let's remember that Arkansas is in the middle, between Missouri and Louisiana), roles are reversed. The child takes care of the adult, and loses some of his illusions on the way. And yet, despite violence and death, love remains, love between men and women, between parents and their children, between men and nature. Beauty is still out there, in front of which one cannot but wonder. Mud ends in a final shot of the river, which is a character in itself, both dangerous and protective. I love America for all these images, all these stories, all these shots, all these characters. I love the myths America created, and Mud adds another piece to this mythology.
