What is Lawless about, again? Moonshiners—“We’re moonshiners,” chirps a useless bit of narration as moonshine is sold onscreen. (This lazy narration appears three times: once at the outset, once at the close, and once about two-thirds of the way through, as if to say, Hang in there.)
In the basest sense, they are two kids learning to be authentic—outcasts playing house who have found each other but have yet to find themselves. In a larger sense, they are simply not real—dolls, like all of the other actors, with which Anderson himself plays house. And the latest from Anderson’s gorgeous dollhouse brain is something to be grateful for.
I don’t know any other profession where you get to say, “Everybody I’ve ever known: We’re going to go here and we’re gonna tell this story and live in this wild way for three months, and then somewhere down the line, at the end of it, we’ll have something we created to show the world.”