It’s the kind of film where not much is excellent but everything is faultless, making it such a quality breeze of a watch. So easy to enjoy, and it moves you so simply. It’s 4am and I teared up at the audition just like I did on my first watch.
Doesn’t deserve the hate, but also not its Best Picture in the same year of West Side Story and Drive My Car.
I can’t understand any hopeful readings of this movie. It’s fatalistic. Dread. Being Black can be the hardest thing in the world sometimes. I can feel like I’m suffocating under the weight of the whole world. Living in a city like Minneapolis where George Floyd and so many other black men and women are killed by police, I have bone achingly deep PTSD with anything cop related. White guilt is something I can appreciate somewhat cause I’m happy you’re fighting…
When we resist being politicized by desperately holding onto our ignorance, it’s because we secretly know the weight of the anger and pain threatening to collapse upon us if we even take a peek, and we’d rather do anything in our power to simply not look up in an attempt to pretend it’s not there.
It’s either the proximity of a tragedy or the sheer weight of a tragedy which breaks the camels back and unleashes the flood, to mix…
