"Free Ride," the feature film debut of Shana Betz, who wrote the screenplay, has the benefit of being the true story of a part of her childhood and is narrated by her alter-ego, the grown-up Shell. From top to bottom, it feels authentic, and its laid-back, nonjudgmental tone evokes the easygoing world of Jimmy Buffett songs celebrating how changes in latitude bring changes in attitude. Much of the movie seems bathed in the pink-grapefruit haze of a Florida sunset.
Before long, Christina and the girls are moved from a seedy motel to a farmhouse with a barn that shelters a horse for M J but also doubles as a drug warehouse that the girls are forbidden to enter. The domestic drama focuses on Christina's increasingly fraught relationship with the sullen, rebellious M J, who is itching for grown-up adventure and balks at having to take care of Shell while their mother is away on business.
Their conflict comes to an ugly head after Christina allows M J to accompany a drug-addicted acquaintance, Rain (Brit Morgan), to a rock concert. Ms. Morgan's Rain is a frighteningly accurate portrait of a bitter, superannuated groupie on the skids.
"Free Ride" is shrewdly cast. Ms. Paquin balances her character's two sides: the caring mother and the pragmatic working-class survivor who does what is necessary to survive. Cam Gigandet is equally believable as Ray, a shady, laid-back hunk with whom she flirts and who is the closest thing to a love interest. Ms. De Matteo is all sharp edges as the tough Sandy, who ominously disappears. That's the thing about this world: People tend to vanish at the first sign of trouble.
"Free Ride" offers an unsettling vision of a demimonde whose inhabitants live with the reality that there may be no tomorrow.
