I tend to watch films after barely reading the synopsis and Black Girl was no exception but that made for a unanticipated experience.
It moved me beyond expectation as seeing such an intimate portrayal of a generational narrative that I was essentially born out was a little too real. When I think of Diouana of 1966, I can’t help but think of my mums similar journey and her own idealisations of the Western offerings. I loved the excitement presented through…