"The whole universe depends on everything fitting together, just right."The night after watching Beasts of the Southern Wild in a stunned, silenced audience at Petaluma's downtown movie theater, I dreamed of weird floating devices, open water and attempts to make a sort of stone soup for my sons from old socks. I couldn't bring myself to serve them this strange, desperate dinner of broth and cotton and awoke with the oddly distinct taste of old socks in my mouth. Asleep and awake, I haven't been able to, nor feel inclined to shake off the images and the music and the unforgettable characters of this stunning film. We are all beasts. That's perfectly clear right at the start of this sublime spotlight on the defiant people of the Bayou cut off from the world by a broken levee.