Two teens bang sticks against a giant rusted steel pipe running through the forest; atop the pipe, a third teen dances spastically to the rhythm. The three kids continue like this for a while, devoid of distractions or concerns. They’re completely carefree, and we immediately yearn to free ourselves with them. So begins The Kings of Summer, a film about three teenagers who run away from their frustrating domestic lives to build a house in the woods and fend for themselves in the wilderness for a summer. The story is a familiar type of coming-of-age tale in which each character discovers something about his or herself — not just the teens, but the adults, as well (or at least a few of them). The film features beautiful cinematography and a lively soundtrack. It is wistful and sincere, yet partial and contrived. There is something inherently attractive about this film genre — the independent coming-of-age film — in which not that much really happens.
