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The Locusts

In The Locusts, life is hard for addled young Flyboy (Davies): Not only is he caught between his emasculatory, sluttish mother (Capshaw) and the hunky drifter (Vaughn) who wants to help him break out of his damaged shell, but his existence on the feed lot where he lives is one unending tortured metaphor.

Is he akin to the eponymous insects — which, as he explains in a lengthy monologue, live underground for years before emerging briefly only to die? Or is he more like the pet bull that Mom, in a fit of rage at his sudden display of self-reliance, castrates before his eyes? ”Storm’s comin’,” his buddy remarks at one point — weather report, or portent of doom? You can hardly hear the dialogue for all the crashing symbols. C

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