Beasts of the Southern Wild

What does "Moonrise Kingdom" have in common with "The Master," "Sinister," "Beasts of the Southern Wild," and "Margaret"?

I remain flummoxed as to why Beasts of the Southern Wild is garnering so much acclaim. I'd begun to feel a deep distrust of my own first impression, and considered withdrawing my review. But now, Michael Sicinski has published his own objections, and it feels like he saw the same movie I did.

Benh Zeitlin, a first-time director, arrives in exclamation points. He films this as if he has too busy capturing this vision to watch, or think about, how movies have been made before. So why, then, do I find myself writing this with a sense of sadness and detachment?