Like if Doug Liman’s Pulp Fiction spawn Go was made by Pedro Almodovar on a shoestring (wow, that was a run-on sentence), Tangerine is an unpredictable, fiercely energetic romp through the streets of Los Angeles that possesses all the imagination that critics often complain is now absent from filmmaking. Starting with a catch up at a local donut shop, what unfolds over the next 80 or so minutes is a whirlwind tour of a small but singular world – a small stretch of street in an area of Los Angeles that is far from the glamour it is known for, brought to life by two soon-to-be iconic performances by Mya Taylor and Kitana Kiki Rodriguez. It’s an elaborate, rapid-fire unfurling of love, relationships, and community in this microcosmic world, one that is often hilarious but can also movingly portray the struggles and realities of its protagonists with such a tenderness, moving at the speed of an overzealous scriptwriter on some kind of hyperactive stream of consciousness. Sometimes, you barely know where to look, the screen crackles with such vitality. But regardless of where your eyes land, you will see a hilarious, beautiful, and carefree film.