And until
then, the film is so remarkable at synching its picturesque style to Moonee's seemingly limitless freedom that the one time they do fall out of sync feels jarring, almost offensive: In long shot, Moonee and her friends charge past a series of stores and toward the promise of ice cream, and even after the children have exited the frame, the camera lingers on the sight of an obese person on a scooter riding in the other direction, the sound of the scooter going
over a
speed bump nothing more than a punchline, an easy potshot, at the expense of a person who isn't even a bystander to Moonee's life.