I like the comparisons to Crank this movie keeps stirring up. It’s not the obvious companion piece but once someone has said it you can’t think of a better film to pair it up with. Tangerine is super kinetic and vibrant. It just keeps lunging forward and making a relentless amount of noise, usually in the form of Mya Taylor and Kitana Kiki Rodriguez’s dueling voices. It reminds me of being sat on a bus and just hearing a bunch of over-excited girls talking non-stop so loud you can’t hear yourself think but instead of wanting to shout “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” you’re somehow entertained and enamoured by them.

Both of these actresses are real discoveries and I genuinely don’t know how much of their performances is invention and reality. Part of me feels like Sean Baker just stumbled on these two one day and whipped out his iPhone (three cheers for indie filmmaking!) and followed them around for a day. Then ofcourse James Ransone pops up (three cheers for James Ransone!) and you remember “oh yeah, this is a movie with actors in it!”. Clearly this is how Baker intended the film to be perceived but the sheer life and high-octane hysteria of Tangerine owes as much to aesthetic as it does to banal every-day melodrama. It’s a perfect balancing act. As colourful and lively as a Spike Lee joint and as inclusive and emotional as the best of Almodovar. We need more films like this, which demand your attention with raised voices and wide eyes.