“And it’s…
um…
the film is the talking”
Very strong characterization married to weak dramaturgy and honestly pretty middling direction. Expected to like this a lot more.
Look, I like Autumn Leaves as much as the next guy, but that needle drop is not gonna fool me into believing that this saccharine, non-committal, blandly televisual nonsense has anything remotely insightful (or funny(!!!)) to say about the flattening of Black identity in American media, nor is naming your protagonist Thelonious Monk, nor is writing all your supporting characters as cheap and embarassaingly tokenized caricatures, nor is casting Keith David and using him in a terrible cameo appearance for…
One of the most depressing moviegoing experiences in recent memory. A toothless, hollow and patronizing commercial product masquerading as something personal, wearing countless masterpieces and emotionally impenetrable meta-ironic liberal sloganeering as a skin suit to trick you into thinking you’re watching something profound and cineliterate. Rodrigo Prieto shot this, yet it has the visual sophistication of a TV pilot or a car commercial (which it literally becomes at one point). The choreography of the dance numbers absolutely sucks, with no…