Showing posts with label black cinema. Show all posts
Showing posts with label black cinema. Show all posts

Friday, April 30, 2021

Moviegoing (Pandemic) - April (Final)

And now, one year and one month later, I have wound down my pandemic-spurred moviewatching (I of course will continue to watch films and TV shows avidly), to conclude with the following films I shoehorned in during a very busy April. It was almost a blur, but I did remember to write down the following films and shows. Please do share your thoughts about any of these films or entries, throughout the entire past year, in the comments!

April's films:

Señorita* (a trans gem from the Philippines, by Isabel Sandoval)

Yellow Fever* 

Caught

Monkey Business*

Horse Feathers*

Relic (1, 2, 3, 4)*

Charles and Lucie* (a Nelly Kaplan film, my first introduction to her work)

A Very Curious Girl* (Kaplan's feminist masterpiece)

Papa, the Lil' Boats*

Watermelon Man* (I'd seen this a few times in the past) 

How to Take a Bath

Lovers & Lollipops

The Homecoming* (rewatched this)

Outside the Wire* (Damson Idris & Anthony Mackie + SF = worth it)

Monsoon* (Henry Golding's & Parker Sawyers's characters in love - well done)

Lime

Copa 181 (It needed a bit more depth, but interesting nevertheless)

Dr. Strangelove*

Guilt 

Wednesday, March 31, 2021

Moviegoing (Pandemic) - March (One Year)

So one year has passed--one year of the pandemic (which actually arrived in the US in December 2019 or perhaps January 2020, to be a bit more factual--since I began recording the films I watched during the dog days of Covid-19's devastating rampage, which is not over, let me state in no uncertain terms, though we now have more effective vaccines and greater knowledge about how it spreads, infects, and so on. As I noted in March of last year, I began watching films (I always watch TV shows) because I was struggling to read for pleasure or get through anything not work-related and thus required; my anxiety was off the charts but I found I could sit through films. I have catalogued thus far many of the ones I watched, though I'm sure I missed quite a few few, but reviewing the list, it really represents quite a range in terms of style and approach, with a strong emphasis, as I noted last year, on features and shorts, and far less on documentaries. (My cinematic mind is akin to my literary one, it seems, with a preference for poetry and fiction over nonfiction.)

Here is my list for March of this year:

One Night in Miami* (imagine Dr. King, Muhammad Ali, Malcolm X, and Sam Cooke all convened for one night in Miami -- enough said)

You Only Live Once* (the 1937 version, not the more recent one)

A New Leaf (this movie, directed by Elaine May, is so odd and awful it's actually quite interesting)

The Palm Beach Story* (Claudette Colbert, Joel McCrea, classic Hollywood divorce shenanigans)

Song of Freedom* (beautiful Paul Robeson film)

Rock 'n Roll High School* (an old fave)

Boneshaker* (a short, by Nuotoma Bodomo)

The Pleasure of Love* (Oh, Nelly Kaplan....!)

Other People (Molly Shannon is the main reason to watch this)

The Lady Eve* (Barbara Stanwyck & Henry Fonda one of her iconic roles)

Sullivan's Travels* (Veronica Lake in one of her iconic roles)

The Legend of Nigger Charley* (Fred Williamson stars as an escaped, self-empowered enslaved man, pursued by a bounty hunter)

Sergeant Rutledge* (Woody Strode in a career-defining performance as a soldier accused of raping a White woman)

Posse* (an old fave)

Kevin Jerome Everson films* - We Demand, Fastest Man in the State, Black Bus Stop

Owusu films* - Drexciya, Reluctantly Queer, Pelourinho: They Don't Really Care about Us

Plastic Bag* (Rahmin Bahrami's short about a...a plastic bag)

Putney Swope* (a successful racial satire of the kind we rarely see today)

Queen of Diamonds (Nina Menkes film, did little for me)

Permanent Vacation* (an early Jim Jarmusch film that gives a glimpse at what was to come in his work, as well as the New York of its era (1980))

The Reflecting Skin* (a vampire movie with a twist - eerie & refreshing)

The Inland Sea* (visually striking film about one of Japan's interior seas)

Insignificance* (Nicolas Roeg's unusual film that somehow works)

Love The One You're With* (the 2021 Black gay Sampson McCormick film about a couple's dying relationship)

Red Carpet, Hashtags & Heartbreak (a Black gay dramedy)

[Wyatt Cenac's commentary on Criterion Channel] 

Sunday, February 28, 2021

Moviegoing (Pandemic) - February

I posted a bit on my Blogaversary (Blogiversary?), not too long ago, so I will keep this entry brief. Every day of almost every week day this month was packed with one thing or another, I have been Zooming nonstop yet sitting still (go figure), chairing, conducting remote readings, and so forth. I also have a new book (poetry!) in the works for later this year (wish me luck!).

Here's February's list:

Lupin* (series - I could watch Omar Sy in anything but this was an immense treat)

Plutão (short)

Urano* (Brazilian short by Daniel Nolasco)

The Breeding* (Extremely disturbing, on many levels)

The One You Never Forget* (tender queer short)

Gay Agenda films on HereTV: Bill & Robert, Diary Room, Floss

My Culture (Mario Bobino film, not super memorable)

Pretend It's a City (Scorsese & Leibowitz - it got a bit tiresome after a while, though I'm a fan of his and hers)

The Tall Target* (a historical thriller, starring Dick Powell & Adolphe Menjou & directed by Anthony Mann about a thwarted attempt to assassinate Abe Lincoln)

Ghost Dog, The Way of the Samurai* (an old favorite)

Thomasine & Bushrod* (Gordon Parks' take on the western, starring Vonetta McGee and Max Julien, star of The Mack)

A Season in France* (my introduction to Mahamet- Saleh Haroun & one I highly recommend)

Abouma* (another Mahamet-Saleh Haroun success)

Cotton Comes to Harlem* (Chester Himes' detective novel vividly realized, starring Godfrey Cambridge & yummy Calvin Lockhart & Raymond St. Jacques, directed by Ossie Davis)

Take a Giant Step* (Philip Leacock's 1959 film about a Black teen coming of age in a racist environment, the film stars Ruby Dee, Beah Richards, Estelle Helmsley and budding singing star Johnny Nash ("I Can See Clearly Now"))

Daratt* (translating to Dry Season, this is one of this Mahamet-Saleh Haroun's masterpieces)

A Screaming Man* (another haunting & remarkable film from Mahamet-Saleh Haroun, Chad's gift to the world of filmmaking)

Pressure* (Horace Ové's powerful portrait of 1970s Black London/Britain)

Celebration* (YSL documentary - very good)

The Brother from Another Planet* (an old fave)

Black Lightning* (series, new season - love love love) 

Sunday, January 31, 2021

Moviegoing (Pandemic) - January

A new year has begun and we are already at the end of its first month, though not without drama. On January 6, 2021, supporters of DJT attempted to storm the Capitol and overturn a legitimate election in which Joe Biden and Kamala Harris soundly and roundly defeated DJT and Mike Pence. In addition to extensive damage, several dead cops, one dead coup participant, unfulfilled threats to kill the sitting Vice President (some of the coup participants erected a gallows outside the Capitol and others chanted "Hang Mike Pence") and extensive destruction to the buildings, as DJT watched on, failing to quell the violence, the House and Senate were able to certify Biden's victory and he is now President of the United States. Covid-19's strains are still raging, but there are vaccines, social distancing continues, we have adapted in ways large and small at home, at work and in the wider world, and while we're not out of the abyss, there seems to be path upward and forward. My January films included:

Hasaki Ya Suda*

Twaaga*

The French Lieutenant's Woman* (I read Fowles' novel before I saw the film years ago & both, I must say, are very good)

Ministry of Fear*

The Age of Swordfish

Easter in Sicily

The Pub

Snuck Off the Slave Ship*

Lo Cal Hero

Frantz Fanon: Black Skin, White Mask

Les Saignantes* (I want to see much more by this director)

Yeelen* (remarkable)

Phoenix

White Elephant

Zumbi Child*

Blackmail

Kill List

Sorry We Missed You

Draw Me Now

Intimate Stranger

Space Is the Place* (I love Sun Ra & this film)

Marianne & Julianne

Mon Oncle*

Date with Dizzy*

Moonbird*

Dadli*

Flores* (I watched it again, it's short & beautiful)

Money Movers

Rome, Open City* (a classic)

Persona* (I have watched this film maybe 10 times!)

Poetry In Motion*

The Grass Is Always Greener

What Women Want: Gay Romance

Living for the Weekend* (series)

The Boys of Rio

Stranger than Paradise* (an old fave) 

Thursday, December 31, 2020

Moviegoing (Pandemic) - December

It seems almost unreal that 2020, this tumultous year, is coming to an end. There are positive signs on the horizon when it comes to Covid-19--vaccines, with more on the way!--though we are still not out of the woods. The same is true with the US as a whole; it remains to be seen if DJT will leave office peacefully, since he has continued to claim the election was stolen--it wasn't, he lost handily--and the recovery, on every level, after four years of his tenure, particularly the horrendous year that just concluded, will require a herculean effort. I did keep watching movies during December (Criterion featured an Afrofuturist-focused curated set to end the year) and here they are:

Crumbs* (Miguel Llansó's post-apocalyptic trip across the Ethiopian desert)

My Culture

T

Afronauts* (a reimaging of the space race from a Zambian perspective)

White In, Black Out* (one of Brazil's most exciting young Afro-Brazilian filmmakers, from Brasília & a revelation) 

Robots of Brixton* (a short triumph from Kibwe Tavares)

Ballad of Genesis & Lady Jane* (documentary about Genesis Breyer P-Orridge & his wife Lady Jaye's ongoing Pandrogyne project)

The Awful Truth* (classic screwball film centering on divorce & featuring Cary Grant and Irene Dunne - what's not to like)

Zombies*

Once There was Brasilia* (another Adirley Queirós film that rocked my world)

The Changing Same* (a gem from Cauleen Smith)

Entertainment* (Rick Alverson's portrait of a truly bizarre, broken comedian)

The Becoming Box (Afrofuturist short)

Hannah Arendt* (severe but effective, from Margarethe von Trotta)

Torch

Jonah* (Kibwe Tavares's short featuring Daniel Kaluuya and playing off the Biblical story)

Holiday* (Katharine Hepburn is so peppy & brittle in this film it's unreal)

1968 < 2018 > 2068* (Keisha Rae Witherspoon's 7-minute meditation on the future)

The Go-Between* (one of my favorite Joseph Losey films, starring Julie Christie, with a Pinter screenplay, and tackling the potentially dire ramifications of the intersections of class and desire)

The Eloquent Peasant* (Chadi Abdel Salam's short set in around 2160 BC)

To Die Like a Man (João Pedro Rodrigues's take on a trans woman's attempt to grapple with her past and present)

The Undoing (a Ryan Crepack film I didn't full vibe with)

Four Women* (Julie Dash - I wish she'd gotten so much more money & support to direct so much more)

Illusions* (a Julie Dash fave)

Pool Sharks* (WC Fields)

The Golf Specialist (WC Fields)

Queen Sono* (I enjoyed the series but felt it should have been extended)

Cat People* (I saw the 1982 version when it debuted & later the Jacques Tourneur version, which was this one - I like it better than the update)

The Legend of Rita* (another Schlöndorff political thriller that was really well written & directed & gave a sense of the stakes of ultraradical politics)

The Ogre (nowhere near as good as the Tournier novel)

Tchoupitoulas* (a documentary about seeing New Orleans, from the perspective of three young Black New Orleanians)

Wild Strawberries* (Bergman is so severe but so talented)

Caché* (a Haneke psychological thriller that's unsolvable through logic)

The Best Man* (the Schaffner film from 1964, written by Gore Vidal, based on his play, not the later romantic comedy starring Taye Diggs, which I also love)

The Public Enemy* (Jimmy Cagney, in one of his best roles, as a White street hustler who attempts to rise in the world of organized crime)

The Comedy* (I cannot state enough how disturbing this film, by Rick Alverson, truly is; it is White male trolling elevated to the level of art)

The Body Beautiful (Ngozi Onwurah's short about her White mother's experience with breast cancer)

The Chase (Brando & Jane Fonda, directed by Arthur Penn, written by Horton Foote & Lillian Hellman - still fell a bit flat for me)

My Favorite Wife (more Cary Grant & Irene Dunne)

Industry* (series)

Cheer* (series)

Catharsis (I think this is the Cédric Prévost film about filmmaking and spectatorship--but I can't remember beyond writing the name down)

 

Monday, November 30, 2020

Moviegoing (Pandemic) October-November

I've already blogged about the election, which turned DJT out of office (if he leaves, that is, for which there is no guarantee) and will bring back Joe Biden, this time as president, with Kamala Harris as VP. So much else has gone on over the last few months that I basically smushed the two together, so instead of individual entries for October and November, here's my tally for both months. It's a long list, but an interesting one. One thing I'll note again is that it was refreshing to see both Criterion Channel and Amazon Prime respond, in their differing ways, to the Floyd murder and the Black Lives Matter push, with diverse and unexpected offerings. What remains to be seen is how long this lasts. The other streaming channels (Netflix notwithstanding), like the cable TV ones, need to up their games.

My list for the two months:

Beau Travail* (an old fave)

Career Girls* (I'd always heard about this film & it was worth the wait)

Suburbia (a 1984 Penelope Spheeris that felt less engaging than many films from that era on a similar theme)

Tomboy* (one of Céline Sciamma's best)

Viridiana* (a film of considerable formal and plot restraint that is nevertheless quite outrageous)

Luminous Motion (Bette Gordon realist film from 1998)   

Variety* (I watched it again!)

Born in Flames* (Lizzie Borden's masterpiece, IMHO)

Calendar* (Atom Egoyan film about a woman who decides to stay in Armenia once her husband finishes his photographic assignment & heads home to Canada - visually striking & full of Egoyan's signature touches)

Lola Montès* (the Max Ophüls masterpiece I first read about years before actually being able to watch it; this was my 3rd viewing)

Henry Gamble's Birthday Party (a good introduction to Stephen Cone's oeuvre if you haven't ever watched one of his films)

The Gates* (I saw this in real time--the exhibit inaugurated this blog!--& the film was a delight)

The Headless Woman* (by the director of La Ciénaga--I definitely want to watch this again)

Pauline Alone (one of my first introductions to the work of Janicza Bravo)

Salut les Cubains* (Agnès Varda, introducing viewers--me--to revolutionary Afro-Cuban filmmaker Sara Gómez)

Vitalina Varela* (a performance so searing you won't soon forget it--my favorite of Pedro Costa's films that I've seen so far)

Affirmations* (Marlon Riggs--love love love)

100 Boyfriends Mix Tape* (Brontez Purnell)

Lovecraft Country* (series)

Two Drifters (a João Pedro Rodrigues film from 2005; not among my top films by him but suitably strange and full of unexpected twists)

A Drop of Sun Under the Earth* (Shikeith Cathey's marvelous short)

Anthem*

The Joy of Life* (Jenni Olson's lesbian hymn to San Francisco)

2001: A Space Odyssey* (one of my all-time faves)

Mildred Pierce* (Joan Crawford's greatest role)

The Ornithologist* (the incomparable João Pedro Rodrigues at his best--utterly bizarre and unpredictable yet still able to weave everything together)

O Fantasma* (Rodrigues's first major international success & one I've seen many times now)

Videodrome* (an old Cronenberg fave)

The Lost Honor of Katharina Blum* (jointly directed by Volker Schlôndorff & Margarethe von Trotte, this is a ironic political film in the best sense & one you seldom if ever get from Hollywood these days)

Burroughs: The Movie

The Night of Counting the Years* (Shadi Abdel Salam's version of The Mummy, but really a neo-realistic, groundbreaking essay in filmmaking)

Flores* (visually arresting)

Coffee Colored Children* (Ngozi Onwurah's experimental film about growing up mixed-race in the UK)

Jáaji* (Hopkinka films)

Anti-Objects of Space Without Boundaries*

Lore* 

A Spell to Ward Off the Darkness* (a Ben Russell film, starring Robert Aiki Aubrey Lowe -- whew!!!)

Terence Nance films*: Swimming in Your Skin Again, Their Fall Our All, No Ward, Jimi Could Have Fallen from the Sky, You and I and You

8th Continent* (compelling short about the aftermath of migrancy and refugee arrivals)

Buck Privates* (Abbott & Costello film - pure silliness)

Accident* (Joseph Losey's campus entanglement film, starring Dirk Bogarde, Stanley Baker, Michael York, Delphine Seyrig, and Vivien Merchant, with a screenplay by Harold Pinter)

Welcome to the Terrordome* (Ngozi Onwurah's groundbreaking SF film)

An Oversimplification of Her Beauty* (A Terence Nance joint, very inventive)

A Dream Is What You Wake From* (Third World Newsreel's documentary film about three Black women and their lives)

Tender Game* (animation by John Hubley)

Totally F***** Up* (perhaps my favorite Gregg Araki film & his most racially diverse - I watched it again)

Working Girls* (Lizzie Borden's feminist film about a young woman trying to fund her own business and the steps she has to take, including sex work, to get there)

The Dark Past* (William Holden vehicle about a psychopathic hostage taker, starring Lee J. Cobb as a psychiatrist)

Mangrove (Small Axe)* - (this and the other Steve McQueen mini-films are some of my favorites of his work. I wish he'd make many more)

The Homecoming* (an adaptation of Pinter's brilliant, frightening play--I'm a huge fan of Pinter's but I appreciated this cinematic adaptation)

Vente et Loquamur (Hopinka)

Wawa (Hopkina)

When You're Lost in the Rain (Hopinka)

The Crown* (series, Season 4 - when is this show never not entertaining?)

The Wise Kids (another Stephen Cone film)

Portugays* (O Ninho) (A series about queer 20-somethings in Porto Alegre, Southern Brazil)

Conframa* (series, new season)

Freefall

Borat

 

Wednesday, September 30, 2020

Moviegoing (Pandemic) - September

The number of films & series I watched this past month dwindled to its lowest level since March, for a range of reasons, not least my slow and steady recuperation, though an ultrasound late this month showed healing (thank the gods). The pandemic rages, classes have begun, online, I have new colleagues in the MFA program, a new (longstanding but with a new position) colleague in Africana Studies, Rutgers-Newark has a new Dean of the School of Arts and Sciences, and Rutgers University (all three campuses) has a new president, Jonathan Holloway (I served on the committees that selected all of them). Fingers crossed things will work out OK in all cases.

As for the movies:

The Future (a Miranda July film that didn't hit)

The Third Generation* (Fassbinder's take on radical left politics in West Germany)

Town Bloody Hall* (the deliciousness of seeing Norman Mailer getting his public comeuppance drums on like a tattoo)

Zama* (the original di Benedetto novel is brilliant and Lucrecia Martel's adaptation is superb)

Duck Soup* (an old favorite)

Lost in America* (an old fave)

Princess Cyd* (a queer coming of age film by Stephen Cone)

The Wise Kids* (the first Stephen Cone film I'd ever watched)

Bacurau (this was hyped but fell flat for me)

La Ciénaga* (one of the month's highlights)

Personal Problems, Part 2*

Imagine the Sound* (an old favorite)

Black Narcissus*

The Last Tree* (Shola Amoo's exploration of a young Black man from rural England who moves to London)

Residue* (Meriwa Gerima's version)

Dames

Wolf* (Ya'ke Smith's 2012 film)

Before I Do 

 

Monday, August 31, 2020

Moviegoing (Pandemic) - August

It is hard to believe that August is here and gone. I have been hobbling around, having torn (or severely strained) a tendon behind my knee, and trying to avoid the heat, as well as Covid-19, which continues its rampage. This month I watched fewer movies and TV shows than any of the prior months, for a variety of reasons (see above), but I did watch at least 20, and here they are:

Bolden (I had been waiting on this one, in part because it starred Gary Carr and because of its long production history, and it was a bit of a bust)

Push Comes to Shove (a Bill Plympton animated feature)

Sun Don't Shine* (an Amy Seimetz film, full of mystery)

The Lonedale Operator* (a Guy Madden short, focusing on none other than John Ashbery, though not his poem of the same name)

Sabotage* (a still compelling thriller)

The Chant of Jimmy Blacksmith* (heartbreaking and powerful)

Rafiki* (a gem of African queer cinema)

Snows of Grenoble* (a documentary on the 1968 Winter Olympics, featuring one of the greatest skiers of all time, Jean-Claude Killy)

Suzanne, Suzanne* (Camille Billops's compelling 1982 documentary

Wolf (a bizarre film with lycanthropic elements I'd probably have to watch again)

Happy-Go-Lucky* (Mike Leigh's character study of a relentlessly happy teacher)

Losing Ground* (a Kathleen Collins fave & testament to her originality & talent)

Things to Come* (Isabelle Huppert in one of her better performances)

Personal Problems, Part 1* (Ishmael Reed's highly original series--what if independent series had taken off in this vein rather than the ones they did?)

Bill Gunn Interview*

Foreign Correspondent*

Gohatto* (my favorite Nagisa Oshima film--visually it's exquisite)

Don't Look Now* (haunting 1970s thriller)

Friday, July 31, 2020

Moviegoing (Pandemic) - July

145,000+ people in the US have officially died from Covid-19 and the totals of those who've gotten it once or multiple times far exceeds that number. The US continues to stagger forward, in crisis and chaos, under DJT's misrule. I kept up my moviewatching, though I tallied far fewer films this month than prior ones. Here's my July 2020 total:

Aguirre, Wrath of God*

Made in U.S.A.*

Detour

Their Own Desire

Red Road

The Human Factor

Between the Lines*

Me and You and Everyone We Know* (I loved this film when it came out but I felt a bit more critical of it this time through)

Love Is the Devil* (Francis Bacon!)

Sleepwalk

Soleil Ô* (Med Hondo's film was a highlight for the month)

Young Ahmed* (chilling but a sharp psychological portrait of fanaticism)

Dear Mom

Birthright

Zora Neale Hurston's Fieldwork Footage*

My Own Private Idaho* (an old fave)

Death in Venice*

Sidewalk Stories* (an old fave--so good)

Stille Nacht

In Absentia (the Quay brothers, enough said)

The Scar of Shame* (I first saw this in a Black film class in college)

Border Radio* (rewatched)

The Exile

Barbarella* (very light entertainment)

Company: The Original Cast Album* (I love this film and the musical as well)

Vazante* (a lovely historical film from Brazil, by Daniela Thomas)

The Lovebirds (Issa Rae & Kumail Nanjani but it didn't gel for me)

Mucho Mucho Amor: The Legend of Walter Mercado* (magnificent!) 

Tuesday, June 30, 2020

Moviegoing (Pandemic) - June

The horrors--the pandemic continues, with 120,000 now officially reported dead (and who knows how many deaths remain unreported), the aftermath of George Floyd's murder by Minneapolis police, the steady tide of state murders, the growing protests against the administration and the state security apparatus, the administrative crisis plaguing the federal government, the general sense of chaos and misrule....I won't list the roll of devastation except to note that the economy is cratering, people continue to get sick and die from Covid-19, the administration's and countless others' disinfo and misinfo continue, and we are supposed, somehow, to function. Make it make sense! (I also rang in my birthday and thanked the gods I made it to another year, so far Covid-free.) Perhaps in response to the ongoing catastrophe I did watch more movies this past month than during prior ones. I think my tally exceeded 40. Does that sound right?

Movies & TV shows watched during June:

Greetings from Africa

Symphony in Black*

A Rhapsody of Negro Life* 

Totally F***** Up*

The Owls

Hoagy Carmichael

Variety*

Janine

A Bundle of Blues

Je, Tu, Il, Elle* (It wasn't what I thought but it's still groundbreaking)

She Don't Fade* (one of my favorite of Cheryl Dunye's films)

The Potluck and the Passion*

St. Louis Blues

Artie Shaw's Swing Class

And When I Die I Won't Stay Dead* (Bob Kaufman, resurrected in this documentary)

Cab Calloway's Hi-De-Ho

People Like Us

Bazodee* (a Trinidadian love story)

Pretty Dudes 

Homecoming* (series, season 2)

El Violinista* (a stunning documentary about a young Haitian violinist who heads to the DR & resumes his passion for the violin)

A Miami Love Story*

Kafou* (Haitian filmmaking with wit)

Before I Do

Discrete Charm of the Bourgeoisie* (Buñuel at his late career best)

The Dark Past

The Fountainhead (as bad as I remembered)

Tristana*

Vanilla Sex

A Rhapsody in Black and Blue* 

Audience* (Lesbian filmmaking pioneer Barbara Hammer's film about the impact of her work with audiences around the country)

Guerrillière Talks* (Vivienne Dick's experimental shorts)

Two Knights of Vaudeville*

Dirty Gertie from Harlem* (landmark early Black cinema)

Urban Rashomon (my favorite Khalik Allah entry on Criterion Channel)

Water Lilies* (a Céline Sciamma gem)

Angst Ist Seele Auf / Ali: Fear Eats the Soul* (an old fave)

My Josephine* (early Barry Jenkins)

Portrait of Jason* (one of the all-time great, complicated Black queer portraits, esp. for its era) 

Sunday, May 31, 2020

Moviegoing (Pandemic) - May

The pandemic continues, as does life these days in all of its strangeness. This past month 38,000+ Americans died from Covid-19 related causes, and 65,000+ died in April. The scenes in New York, the disparate impact here in New Jersey, the vulnerability of frontline workers and Black and Latinx Americans, the poor and working-class and elderly in urban areas, all juxtaposed with the scattered government response, fills me with dread. And then there was the police murder of George Floyd, as cameras rolled, on May 23 of this month. Four cops, led by Derek Chauvin, pinned Floyd down and choked the life out of him. The disposibility of Black life, already amplified by countless other state murders and this pandemic's toll, was made clear to everyone in this country and across the globe. BLACK LIVES MATTER, a phrase as important today as it ever has been.

During the interstices of my days out of solace and engagement I did continue watching movies and here is my tally for May:

Homecoming* (season 1)

Mauvais Sang*

The Juniper Tree* (this film gave me nightmares--Björk, I hate to blame you, but....)

Wuthering Heights (the 2011 version)

Aves* (by my namesake Nietzchka Keene)

Still

Elles

Separate Tables*

You Were Never Lovelier

The Pawnbroker*

Unknown Pleasures* (Jia Zhangke, you know it's going to be a banger!)

Cane River* (a standout for me)

Bless Their Little Hearts* (Billy Woodberry's heartbreaker--so beautiful)

Bunny Lake Is Missing* (a thriller, starring Olivier and Carol Lynley)

The Fits* (a moving glimpse at Black girlhood)

I Am Not a Witch* (a Zambian entry by Rungano Nyoni--I recommend it)

Listen* (a fascinating film about a family in crisis)

Pygmalion*

Staying Vertical* (Alain Guiraudie's unusual & always queer takes merit a viewing)

So Dark the Night

Bonjour Tristesse

Border Radio*

David Holzmann's Diary (I couldn't get into this film)

That Obscene Object of Desire* (an old fave--I could watch anything by Buñuel)

Diamantino (interesting but I wasn't feeling it)

Al fin y al Cabo

The Chadwick Chronicles (series 1 & 3)

Undercover* (series)

A Quiet Place

LUV Don't Live Here

People Like Us (series)

As I Am

Chem Sex* (grim but revelatory) 

Thursday, April 30, 2020

Moviegoing (Pandemic) - April

Last month I tallied up all the films I'd watched throughout March as the pandemic wrought havoc, and I noted that I would try to continue doing so, if possible. The pandemic rages and my moviegoing (at home) proceeded accordingly. To quote last month's post: 

One thing I decided to do this month, since I have found it hard to concentrate on non-work-related reading, is to watch films, and so I'm listing the films and TV shows I watched this month, and plan to do so, if I can, for the foreseeable future. These films and TV shows have been a balm, an education, a conversation, points of departure, entryways into critique and deeper thought, and so forth. My filmwatching was not systematic and, as you'll see, heavier on features and shorts than on documentaries (though I did watch some). There may be duplicates and the list is likely incomplete, as my level of distraction is at an all-time high. I won't include descriptions for all of them but I may star films I felt stood out, and provide some other indicator for films that were particular duds. I also am listing them in the order I watched them and not alphabetically (unless otherwise indicated). I watched most on the Criterion Channel, Netflix, Kanopy, HereTV, Hulu, HBOMax, Youtube, and various cable channels, of course.

Here are my April 2020 films:

The Draughtsman's Contract* (Peter Greenaway's marvelously strange 1982 offering)

Vertical Features (remake)

Windows*

Intervals

Raging Sun, Raging Sky* (Julián Hernández's striking essay in queer desire--remarkable)

A Walk Through H

The Naked Prey

The Wonders

Corpo Celeste* (my intro to Alice Rohrwacher, one of Italy's best contemporary directors)

Blackboard Jungle* (an old fave)

Diva* (an old fave)

Day of the Condor*

Thank God It's Friday*

H is for House

The Eyes of Laura Mars*

Shaft*

Affair in Trinidad

So Dark the Night

Pixote* (always stuns me with its candor & brutality)

Slightly French

Canterbury Tales* (Pasolini's brilliance on display)

A Dandy in Aspic* (an Anthony Mann-Laurence Harvey confection, worth seeing)

Targets (very disturbing and apropos for today)

The Flying Ace* (early Black American cinema--do not miss this if you can catch it)

Veiled Aristocrats* (early Black American cinema)

Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters* (I was enthralled by this film when I was in my 20s) 

Brother (NF)

Surface Tension

And Breathe Normally* (interesting film about migration, social tension, etc. in Europe)

Miriam Miente* (a moving Dominican film about a young Afro-Dominican girl)

Sócrates* (what a performance by the lead)

Ka Bodyscapes* (queer Indian cinema)

Conframa (series)

Onisciente* (series)

Sintonia (series)

Martyr 

Tuesday, March 31, 2020

Moviegoing (Pandemic) - March

Earlier this year, and particularly this month, a horror the likes of which we haven't seen in some time, a deadly viral pandemic, SARS-Covid-19, descended upon the USA and globe, shaking the country to its core and necessitating a shift to very different modes of living. Covid-19 has led to scenes unimaginable perhaps since the Spanish influenza epidemic 100 years ago across the country, but particularly in New York, New Jersey and other densely packed urban areas. In our case, it has meant making sure loved ones are safe and healthy, having classes and meetings moved online (to Zoom, Webex and online platforms, more email, etc.), engaging in multiple forms of social distancing and far fewer trips to the store, post office, etc., masking, greater vigilance around handwashing, etc., and trying to make sense of the conflicting array of misinformation, disinformation and so forth coming out of this administration (is anyone surprised). Earlier this month the president appeared to suggest ingesting bleach was the right response (!), and his government has repeatedly downplayed the pandemic and its devastating effects, creating confusion instead of badly needed clarity about how to proceed. I fear the final toll once we get through all of this--we will--in terms of the dead, those with lingering illness, the social, economic and political fallout, and more. It is a catastrophe in every way and looks to only become more so by the day.

One thing I decided to do this month, since I have found it hard to concentrate on non-work-related reading, is to watch films, and so I'm listing the films and TV shows I watched this month, and plan to do so, if I can, for the foreseeable future. These films and TV shows have been a balm, an education, a conversation, points of departure, entryways into critique and deeper thought, and so forth. My film-watching was not systematic and, as you'll see, heavier on features and shorts than on documentaries (though I did watch some). There may be duplicates and the list is likely incomplete, as my level of distraction is at an all-time high. I won't include descriptions for all of them but I may star films I felt stood out, and provide some other indicator for films that were particular duds. I also am listing them in the order I watched them and not alphabetically (unless otherwise indicated). I watched most on the Criterion Channel, Netflix, Kanopy, HereTV, Hulu, HBOMax, Youtube, and various cable channels, of course.

Here goes: March 2020:

The Defiant Ones* (I've seen this before & especially appreciate Poitier's performance)

Nadja in Paris* (Rohmer short)

Liberian Boy*

Atlantiques (short)*

Paper Moon* (an old favorite)

Look at Me

The Taste of Others*

A Thousand Suns* (the Mati Diop film, focusing on the star of Mambéty's Touki Bouki)

Edge of the City*

The Hunger* (an old fave)

Gilda*

Art School Confidential (seen several times & enjoyable even with its flaws)

You'll Never Get Rich (I loved the dancing, esp. Rita Hayworth)

Ghost World* (an old fave)

The Cruz Brothers & Miss Molloy (one of Kathleen Collins' 2 films she completed before her untimely death)

Through a Glass Darkly* (dramatic Bergman)

The Girl from Chicago* (an early Black film, from 1932)

Close-Up* (Kiarostami's 1990 gem)

The Day of the Locust (West's novel is a work of genius but the film falls a little short)

They Call Me Mr. Tibbs!*

Brother John* (strange but beautiful film)

The Milky Way*

The Swimmer* (as haunting as Cheever's short story but in a different way)

A Girl Walks Home at Night*

Black Panthers* (A Varda gem)

The Entertainer* (I cannot get Olivier's performance out of my head)

Sea Devil

Sacrilège

The Skin I Live In* (Almodóvar!)

All These Creatures

Mahler

Desperately Seeking Susan* (an old fave)

Ornette: Made in America* (kind of obsessed with this one)

3 by Shirley Clarke*: Parks of Paris, Dancer, Bullfighter 

Tuesday, August 07, 2018

Boots Riley's *Sorry To Bother You*



Codeswitching, and more specifically the act of African Americans using a "white voice," including accent, intonation and pitch, to meet the expectations of white teachers, employers, colleagues and the broader society, is a culturally and politically informed practice now extensively discussed in the public discourse. Any number of writers, politicians, rappers, and other figures have explored codeswitching; there is even an NPR program with that title. It also provides a thread in numerous current TV and cinematic shows--think of Issa Rae's Insecure, Kenya Barris blackish or Donald Glover's Atlanta--but Boots Riley, a 47-year-old musician, artist and filmmaker from Oakland, makes it the central premise of his first full-length feature, Sorry to Bother You, and what a dope film he has dreamt up! It requires no hyperbole to say that Sorry to Bother You is easily the most original and unpredictable feature of this year--or many years. In it, Riley takes the idea and practice of his premise literally, so literally in fact that it quickly shifts into productively absurd territory, only to keep ramping things up from there. (Riley makes great use of literalism's formal and conceptual possibilities.) The result is a speculative, progressive, Afrofuturist, fantasia that manages to produce laughter, provoke thought, and present far-too-rare onscreen plight of working-class people, transracial and ethnic labor solidarity, the voraciousness and utter lack of ethics of US conglomerates, and the perverse, almost science-fictionally rotten core of contemporary capitalism.

Lakeith Stanfield as Cash Green
& Tessa Thompson as Detroit
Sorry to Bother You unfolds in an parallel-universe Oakland (and dystopic US) and centers on the experience of underemployed Cassius "Cash" Green (the super-lowkey LaKeith Stanfield), residing in the garage of his uncle Sergio's (Terry Crews) single family house. Living with him is his performance artist/guerrilla activist girlfriend, Detroit (chill Tessa Thompson), who exudes charm in deuces. Cash is four months behind in rent, compounding Sergio's danger of losing his house, which  now in arrears. In the story's foreground, a commercial spurs Cash and his best friend Salvador (Jermaine Fowler) to find jobs as lowest-level telemarketers at Regalview, with Detroit eventually ending up there as well; in its background, viewers see ads for and signs underpinning the conglomerate WorryFree Corporation, whose businesses operate as latter-day slave systems, providing housing and other amenities for works, but requiring a lifetime, unbreakable contract. Reilly also shows viewers that the socioeconomic and political crises that allow a WorryFree Corporation to exist in the first place can coexist, as they do today, with working-class and poor people making do--eking out whatever living is possible--as best they can.

Omari Hardwick
as Mr. ________
Becoming an effective salesman, let alone "Power Caller," stumps Cash, as many a novice salesperson has quickly figured out. Cash rides one elevator up to his floor, yet spots the golden portal to the realm of the "Power Callers" off to the right. Stanfield's hunched posture and furtive glances convey more effectively than dialogue how he views himself and the plight of so many blue collar workers today. What galvanizes Cash is a tip, both bizarre and reasonable, from his neighboring telemarketer, Langston (Danny Glover), who urges Cash to use his "white voice" to make the sales. Here, codeswitching isn't just metaphorical, nor the "white voice" merely literal. Glover suggests something aspirational, performative in the deepest senses of that word, brandishing a ludicrously stereotypical-sounding white voice that spurs Cash, with some coaxing, to conjure his own (fulfilled by David Cross), which proves to be a winner. What follows is success beyond his wildest dreams, including meeting the eye-patch sporting Mr. ______ (played with brio by Omari Hardwick, his voice squeaked onto screen by Patton Oswalt), who serves as a guide, mentor and fellow traveler, but he is able to help Sergio pay off his debts and buy his own lavish apartment. Out of the garage, into an aerie, literally.

Stanfield and Armie Hammer,
as Steve Lift
Many a filmmaker might have stopped there, in terms of the concept, to examine how a black working class figure, now suddenly empowered, maintains the exceptional instruments--voice, personality, psyche, etc.-- that have furthered his advancement, in the face of constant and countless work-place challenges. In effect, it could have been a more woke, black Office Space. For Riley, however, the stakes of the larger picture, even if somewhat in caricature, is at play. Cash's co-worker and eventual friend, Squeeze (Steve Yeun), is a union organizer, and his goal is to bring all of the first floor telemarketers into the union shop. To press the case, he organizes a strike, a plot touch that feels so appropriate as conservatives and billionaire donors continue to push for "right-to-work" laws in state after state. Yet by having Cash ascend the ladder, the film raises important existential and ethical questions, underscoring the black exceptionalist scenario that has been so common in innumerable fields. Where do Cash's lie? With management and the elites whose bidding RegalView is undertaking, or with his working-class girlfriend, Detroit, and buddies Salvador and Squeeze. His "white voice" takes on new resonance as the emblem of his growing estrangement from his past. The film poses questions that have long seem foreclosed in our media? Can workers still unionize? What are unions good for? Can unionized labor really gain workers a better deal? Returning to our protagonist, will Cash cross the line and whose side is he really on, especially after he crosses the picket line, and ends up with a head wound, bandaged so evocatively that it becomes a symbol of the wounds festering inside him.

LaKeith Stanfield as Cash
As Squeeze's labor organizing efforts unfold, viewers learn about the unnerving ties between the telemarketing firm and WorryFree; I found them almost too neat, but they serve the plot's purposes. At the same time, Regalview's "Power Callers," Cash fathoms, are engaged in nefarious work on behalf of WorryFree, meaning that he will be helping to wreak global havoc. Star that he is, he joins a truly exclusive group that includes Mr. ______ (his name, like he, is a cipher in the screenplay), and gets invited to a party at the mansion belonging to WorryFree's owner, Steve Lift (Armie Hammer), the name a play on Apple's legendary former leader and guru. WorryFree's virtual slavery practices are only one component in its evil efforts across the globe, and Cash picks the wrong bathroom door and happens upon a horrific scene that shifts the film into a different narrative gear, Lift shares with Cash not just an apparent mega-line of cocaine but his plans for even worse, transhuman corporate vision that would make Victor Frankenstein or Dr. Moreau jealous. I am being somewhat vague here so as not to give away too much, but I do want to say that Riley manages to wrap nearly everything together by the film's end, including the unionized, striking Regalview workers, Detroit's pro-African art, the national and global financial system's links to WorryFree, and literal revolt, while adding yet another twist that he had expertly set up during Cash's bathroom encounter and subsequent meeting-confrontation with Lift.

Steve Yeun as Squeeze
Riley, a self-described Communist, has produced one of the better and coherent--despite its antic quality--overtly political satires I have seen in a while. I would label it less a Communist work of art than a Democratic Socialist one, because in its vision for the future, Sorry to Bother You centers a reformed and reformable capitalism instead of the system's end, with workers having greater say as opposed to the proletariat destroying the rotten system wholesale. One can see this in Left Eye participant Detroit's art, from her wry earrings to her performance piece, a masochistic on-stage event protesting the mining of coltan in the Congo, that turns the focus inward on her, instead of outward. Even the film's chief guerrilla organization, Left Eye, a clever femmage to the 1990s R&B group TLC's beloved late singer and, more obviously, a Left-perspective activist group, seem more interested in playful critique and subversive performance than in armed revolution, more in line with the Situationists than Bolsheviks. Perhaps, I surmised, Riley is suggesting that before the endgame there might be alternatives in the war against the violence of capital--and the capitalist system--than just more violence, though that occurs here as well. But a spirit more poetry than prose runs throughout the film, and it is hardly a surprise that six years before Sorry to Bother You was made, because Riley struggled to find funding, he and his Afro-punk/hip hop band released a version of the screenplay in musical form, on his 2012 album The Coup, that gives glimpses of the richly imagined world, in Oakland and in his mind, he would eventually portray onscreen.

Thompson, featuring Detroit's
amazing earrings
That playfulness seems informed at times by cartoons--there's even a claymation instructional film embedded in it--and at others by music videos, but Sorry to Bother You has the heft and complexity of a very short novel, and feels informed as well by the long history of African American satirical literature. As is the case with its exploration of class, its deft treatment of race, often wry and light-handed, deserves high praise. One such moment, at the WorkFree Party that is one of the film's highlights. Lift asks Cash to perform, and after the new star salesman demurs, Lift and the nearly all-white party attendees start to chant "Rap! Rap! Rap! Rap!" Cash finds the perfect way to satisfy them, allowing Riley to critique the inanity of certain strains of contemporary rap and the insistent desire among some white people to utter the "n-word" with impunity. It is but one of several such moments or touches, verging on silliness or slapstick yet which turns out to have real bite, that underline Riley's gifts as a writer and thinker.  Another way in which Riley flips the script racially is by including the presence of a key Asian-American character, presented without stereotype, and a Black-Asian American romantic encounter so rare that it astonished me. (On the other hand, strangely enough, though a number of characters have Spanish first names and Tessa Thompson is herself an Afrolatina, this alternative Oakland seemed strangely devoid of Latinxs--Chicanxs especially--though perhaps I should see it again. But this was one thing I--and C--noticed separately as watched. Hmm.)

Jermaine Fowler as Salvador,
Yeun and Stanfield
One might argue that despite its successes, the film does not fully cohere. I would counter by saying that given all that Riley sets out to do in this one film, fully aware, one suspects, of the long and ugly history of black filmmakers' struggles with Hollywood to make more than a brilliant one-off, or two films if very lucky, in careers that should include dozens of offerings, he pulls it all off. The shifts in tone are central to the film's aesthetics. Its political vision goes further than almost any recent comedy I can think not directed by Ken Loach. The actors all embody their characters with an effective combination of the comic and serious. From the film's opening frames, Riley establishes a foundation for speculation that could go in any direction, so the final transmogrification, while surprising, is one he and Sorry to Bother You earn. The film, in sum, makes the sale, while also accounting for how much it also may disturb us; both in its title, as throughout its 111 minutes, Riley never takes the simple route, and I for one hope that we will see more from him, much more, in whatever forms his vision takes him.

Monday, February 19, 2018

Black Panther, Cinematic Milestone

BLACK PANTHER

This weekend brought the debut of Ryan Coogler's newest directorial triumph, Black Panther,  a Marvel Studios production distributed by Walt Disney Studios. Based on the eponymous Marvel Comics character, Black Panther, which features a black director and a nearly all-black diasporic cast, raised incalculable expectations for black moviegoers, comics fans, critics and the film industry, and, having seen it yesterday, I can say hesitation that it more than satisfies them. It manages to be a thrilling fantasy movie based on a comics foundation, a visually arresting and movingly acted wok of cinema, and a politically aware, multilayered film that keeps the viewer thinking even after the final credits and post-credit clip have rolled.

The film's plot mirrors similar superhero tales, but is, as has been widely remarked, anchored in and deeply informed by an African(ist) futurist aesthetic. The story's hero must assume the mantle of his father, and shoulder the profound responsibilities for his people, but the script, by Coogler and John Robert Cole includes twists, include two villains, one far more significant than the other, and a tale of familial revenge, linked to differing ideas of cultural socialization (African vs. African-American) and liberation, that I cannot say I have ever seen in any other superhero film. (One sees echoes of this, however, in a TV show like Black Lightning, which I wrote about last week.) Indeed, the deeper conflict in the film, rooted in the idea of family, now underpinned by the DNA testing industries and genealogical research, about the relationship between those in the Diaspora and those, like the Wakandans, who have remained in the African homeland, may pass over some moviegoers' heads, but to me was one of the most stirring aspects of the film. Another was the film's baseline feminist perspective; Wakanda may be presided over by a king, and Black Panther may be a cis-heterosexual male, but this is no patriarchy, and women are equals--as warriors and citizens--to the men, the ruler notwithstanding. As a template for the new century, and for black children and children of all races, this is a powerful model to internalize.
Lupita Nyong'o, Chadwick
Boseman, & Danai Gurira
What underlines this portrait is the fictional Wakanda's almost singular status as an uncolonized and unconquered country; it and its people, the comics' and films' writers tell us, avoided the fate of almost every other non-Western country in the world. (Watching the film, I immediately thought of its closest African model, Ethiopia, a site of ancient knowledge and civilization, a religious center, the home of a proto-Enlightenment preceding that of Europe, and more, which nearly withstood all attempts at subjugation, until Benito Mussolini's firepower briefly won control of its territory (1936-1941).) What if Ethiopia, in addition to all of its advances, had possessed an element so powerful it might transform the world? Another analogue I thought of is the contemporary Republic of Congo, whose lands contain a host of precious and invaluable resources now used in the high tech industries. Centuries of slavery, colonialism and empire, however, have created tremendous challenges for the people of Congo, and other resource-rich African nations, to pursue their destinies to the fullest, though a cursory glimpse at the economic, political and social developments in contemporary sub-Saharan Africa underline that advancements of all kinds are underway.

To give just a glimpse of the plot, Black Panther unfolds with a quick prologue, set several centuries back. In a world parallel to our own, a meteor bearing the fictional metal vibranium, the rarest and most powerful element known to humankind, strikes central Africa. As five tribes wage war over the magical resource, a member of one of the tribes ingests a "heart-shaped bulb" that has been transformed by the vibranium, giving him special powers that lead him to become the first Black Panther. He unites four of the five tribes as the nation of Wakanda, with the fifth, the Jabari, remaining semi-independent in a loose confederation in the snowy mountains above. (A scene later in the film gives us a mini-tour of this aerie-perched nation; what was not clear was where most its women were, as if it were a kind of black Sparta in the clouds.) Rather than exploiting this remarkable resource, Wakanda chooses to guard it, presenting itself to the outside world as an impoverished, sleepy "Third World" member of the international community, while inside its borders, it is a technological powerhouse.
Lupita Nyong'o and
Letitia Williams
The film's real action opens in 1992, in an apartment in a housing project in Oakland, California (where the original Black Panther Party was established in 1966). Outside, a group of black boys are playing basketball. Inside the apartment, two young black men, whom we think are African Americans, appear to be plotting a revolution, stockpiling firearms. We soon learn that one of them, royal Prince N'jobu (Sterling K. Brown), really a Wakandan with aims of arming oppressed black people worldwide, is the brother of Wakanda's King, T'Chaka (Atandwa Kani), has arrived to bring his brother back for violating one of Wakanda's chief tenets: betraying the country by working with an outsider, arms dealer Ulysses Klaue (Andy Serkis, exuding malevolence), who has stolen a cache of vibranium from Wakanda. N'jobu's co-conspirator Zuri (Denzel Whitaker, related directly to neither of his namesakes!) turns out to be a fellow Wakandan and spy who has ratted him out. When N'jobu attempts to kill Zuri for snitching, the King slays his brother, and departs with Zuri for Wakanda. As their airship zooms away, one of the boys on the playground looks up at the apartment, and notes the fleeing spacecraft.

We flash forward to the current moment, which includes references to our contemporary world, in which the noble Prince T'Challa (Chadwick Boseman) is set to assume the Wakandan throne after the assassination of his father, T'Challa (now played by veteran South African actor John Kani). We meet his younger sister, Shuri (Letitia Wright), Wakanda's resident tech genius; his mother, the grieving Queen Ramonda (a suitably regal Angela Bassett); and the head of the Dora Milaje, the Wakandan state's all female guard,  General Okoye (Danai Gurira, embodying an electrifying blend of brilliance and ferocity). Before T'Challa's coronation begins, he and Okoye retrieve his ex, Nakia (a radiant Lupita Nyong'o), now a deep operative in Nigeria, the sparks still evident between them. As part of his ritual installment, before a royal audience outdoors, above waterfalls, and presided over by a much older Zuri (Forest Whitaker), T'Challa must face a challenger from any of Wakanda's tribes, all of whom, including his best friend, W'Kabi (Daniel Kaluuya), beg off. The Jabari tribe's head, the strapping (6'5" and stoutly built) M'Baku (Winston Duke), does raise a challenge, only to eventually tap out after being subdued by T'Challa. This is one of several rituals the viewer witnesses, giving a sense of the depth of the culture and the reverence with which power is transferred.
T'Challa (Chadwick Boseman) facing off
against Killmonger (Michael B. Jordan, at right)
The plot then moves first to South Korea, where the trio of T'Challa, Nakia and Okoye seek out Klaue (and Black Panther's creator, the legendary Stan Lee, makes a brief cameo), with a brief detour in London, before returning to the familiar confines of Wakanda. In the British capital, in a museum displaying African artifacts, we encounter another of the film's major characters, the oddly named but cinematically galvanizing Erik Killmonger (Michael B. Jordan), who devours the screen every time he is on it. In fact, he moves through the script as a literal antithesis to Boseman's T'Challa. Where the new king is restrained, dignified, almost placid, personality traits Boseman portrays effortlessly, Jordan's Killmonger is all confident swagger, a mental and physical paragon (he nearly scorches the screen when he takes off his shirt for battle), pulsating with rage born of vengeance and, the viewer eventually learns, a sense of profound abandonment. Why, he asks, was he--like Black America--left to fend for himself, a question that the film suggests is the question of the entire Diaspora; yet, as we know, Africa itself has had a centuries-long battle on its hands too. When Killmonger reaches Wakanda, he upsets the social and political cassava cart, a civil war included, and the heart of the movie turns on whether his vision of the world, or T'Challa's, will prevail. (No spoilers!) As I noted above, their senses of duty are parallel; each seeks to rule, but in the service of an idea, and communities, beyond themselves. For Killmonger, is is black and other oppressed people of color across the globe; for T'Challa, it is his birthright, Wakanda. In the end, we see how the visions merge.

The acting is uniformly strong, and the viewer gets the sense that everyone in the film is enjoying themselves. Winston Duke and Letitia Wright are among the many breakout stars, if there are rolls for them down the road, and it was invigorating to see Boseman, Jordan, Nyong'o, and Gurira in roles other than biopics, historical narratives or realist tragedies, important and necessary as such films are. In 2006 and again in 2012 I wrote about the increasingly Diasporic cast of black Hollywood, and this film fully represents that shift, drawing its talent from across the globe, while bringing together venerable figures like Kani, Academy Award winners like the senior Whitaker, and beginners like the younger Whitaker. As other commenters have noted, the films is that rare Hollywood product that also seems not beholden to colorism, particularly for its leading actresses. How rare--and needed!--to see dark-skinned women not relegated to the background, but in the forefront of a story, yet this felt organic, not forced, like most of what the film offers its viewers. Cinematographer Rachel Morrison deserves praise for the rich imagery and her skillful blending of realism and CGI, and the score, by Ludwig Göransson, with contributions by Kendrick Lamar, and others, complements and enlivens what the viewer sees.
Michael B. Jordan, as Erik
Killmonger; Daniel Kaluuya,
as W'Kabi at right
I have so far not commented much on any of the film's white characters; in addition to Klaue, who functions mainly as a plot feint and device, there is another, CIA agent Everett K. Ross, played by Martin Freeman, who occupies a pivotal place in the plot. Ross appears in the original comics as a fairly timid, low-key character, I believe, but the filmmakers expanded his role and pumped up his personality, making him not just essential to what unfolds, but memorable as well. (It paints the CIA in a favorable light, despite the agency's less than honorable history in advancing US neocolonial, imperial and capitalist aims in Africa and elsewhere.) As a thought experiment, I asked myself, what if he had been played by a Latinx actor, say, or, given China's growing role in Africa, by a major Chinese-American or Chinese star? Would Hollywood ever have allowed that?

I then wondered about future iterations of Black Panther, which because of its box office success (like $200 million earned over the opening weekend, with receipts set to keep rising, and a fan base that dots the globe); will the original comics' template, and Hollywood's desire for viable white stars, shape the storylines, or will the films' directors and screenwriters delve a little more deeply into other parts of the world, considering South Korea, for example, not just as a scenic backdrop, but Korean and Korean-American actors--and other Asian American and Asian actors, actors from Latin America, and so on--for key roles? What would a big budget but decolonized, Afro-futurist and Diasporic, plural cinema look like? Would Disney, let alone Marvel Comics, allow it? Black Panther certainly provokes the question.
T'Challa (Boseman) again
facing off against Killmonger (Jordan)
I will end this review am not familiar enough with all of the past iterations of Black Panther to know which Coogler and Cole drew from, but I believe in one of the newer versions, Okoye, in addition to being womynist, is a lesbian. In this film, her love interest is W'Kabi, however. (They generate little heat on camera, unlike T'Challa and Nakia.) Will queer Wakandans make an appearance in future iterations of the film, or will wariness on the issue win out? Also, and this is just a minor quibble, but there is a patriarchal, pro-monarchist ideological strain in the film, connected to a quite different but related notion of Afrocentricity--"we are descendants of kings and queens"-- that I found a little unsettling. Of course some of us are descended, however distantly, from royals, and African Americans may find, upon receiving their DNA results, that our royal roots go in multiple directions (Africa, Europe, etc.), but the reality for most of us is that we come from the people who did the work to build most societies and cultures up, that is, from the bottom up, and there is nothing in this to be ashamed about. Patriarchy under any guise is problematic.

Moreover, at a time when democracy feels especially precarious, in the US, in the Americas, in Europe, in Africa, and across the globe, I hope that the writers of Black Panther's sequels can figure out a way to weave a vibrant representative democracy and republican structure into their portrayal of Wakanda's government.  I have nothing against noble black kings and queens, but everyone needs to see decent, dedicated politicians, black and of every hue, gender, sexuality, ethnicity, race, nationality, religion, etc., taking the right and judicious steps, on behalf of the people they represent and the globe, which may include not only keeping each other, but kings--and presidents--on the just path.

Sunday, March 08, 2015

Spike Lee's Da Sweet Blood of Jesus

Stephen Tyrone Williams, in
Spike Lee's Da Sweet Blood o
Bill Gunn's 1973 film Ganja and Hess is one of the treasures of black and 1970s cinema, and one of the most original and unforgettable films to appear during American film's last true heyday. In an era that also coincided with the rise of Blaxploitation movies, Ganja and Hess marked out new narrative and imaginative possibilities that have, unfortunately, only intermittently been fulfilled by subsequent filmmakers. In its original form, Ganja and Hess's visually arresting, philosophically profound narrative earned critical praise and a Cannes Film Festival Prize, but although it is now available on Netflix (in DVD form) and screens periodically across the country, it probably has been seen by far fewer people than it would have had it not had such a complicated release history, which involved its producers infamously butchering and renaming the film The Blood Couple (another version was titled Double Possession) so that it could be released as the less complex, exploitation-style genre film they had expected when they first brought Gunn, a noted writer, director, actor, and intellectual, on board to write and direct it.
Inside Hess Green's Martha's
Vineyard mansion
Among the directors Ganja and Hess has influenced, you can count accomplished veteran Spike Lee, who heavily anchored his most recent, controversially Kickstarter-funded 2014 film Da Sweet Blood of Jesus on the seabed of Gunn's masterpiece. (One benefit of Lee's film may be that it sends viewers back to Gunn's original.) Acording to Scott Foundas, chief film critic at Variety, who reviewed Lee's film, Da Sweet Blood of Jesus is "in fact a remake--at times scene for scene and shot for shot--of Ganja and Hess...Bill Gunn’s landmark...indie that used vampirism as an ingenious metaphor for black assimilation, white cultural imperialism and the hypocrisies of organized religion." A remake, yes, and an homage, but also a revision, with some significant flaws. In the new film Gunn's use of vampirism's figurative possibilities remains, as do a number of the original film's plot's particulars, but Da Sweet Blood of Jesus also shifts things up enough such that he has created what I find to be one of the queerest films by a straight black male filmmaker I have seen in recent years.
An agonized Hess Green (Williams),
after a kill
As in the original, the plot turns on the research of stylish bachelor Dr. Hess Green (the striking Stephen Tyrone Williams, in a severely controlled performance). He is the sole heir to a Wall Street fortune, with a 40-acre estate (of course, because this is a Lee film, though there is no mule) on Martha's Vineyard, complete with a butler; and a Rolls-Royce and driver, as well as fabulous home in New York. He attends the local church but shows no enthusiasm for religion; in fact, as rendered here, he initially verges on being a cipher. Through his studies, Hess finds an ancient Ghanaian knife that unleashes a primeval bloodlust, which he shows to his assistant, Lafayatte Hightower (Elvis Nolasco), after which trouble ensues. Hightower grows increasingly unhinged under the accursed knife's influence, climbing a tree with a noose dangling beneath him, and then he eventually uses the knife to kill Hess before committing suicide, though the knife's spiritual and metaphysical power brings Hess back to life. From there, Hess's pattern is set. He must feed off blood, not by biting necks in the traditional sense, but by drinking blood however he can get it. Those he kills become undead too, though not blood-feeders, the film seems to say, unless the knife is used. (Or perhaps I misunderstood this.)
Hess (Williams) and Hightower
(Nolasco) struggle with the knife
As in the original film, once the Lafayette Hightower character--packed in a freezer downstairs--is out of the way, his wife, Ganja (Zaraah Abrahams, in a sparkling performance) arrives looking for him. Lee's Ganja is a Briton, no-nonsense, a bit of a diva. Although her husband was only a researcher and she complains about funds he owed her, she takes to Hess's lifestyle as if she had been born to it. We get brief glimpses of the social world Hess runs in, and the distinctly different, plainly working-class and poor world from which he draws his victims, on the Vineyard and in New York City. Eventually, Hess seduces her into his life, first as a lover and then as an accomplice, the symbolic murder initially wreaking havoc upon her, and after a particularly gruesome encounter with one of his childhood friends, Tangier Chancellor (Naté Bova), he realizes he can no longer bear the death-centered undead life much longer. There is a way out, involving Christianity and riffing on Spencer Williams's 1941 film Sweet Blood of Jesus, which he takes, but Ganja decides she will continue on the path of blood--though not alone.
Hess (Williams) and Ganja
(Abrahams) connecting
Frame to frame, image to image, Lee's composition and mise-en-scène are painterly, and Daniel Patterson's cinematography makes the screen hard to turn away from, even during the goriest moments. (There are several.) If only the screenplay matched the imagery! It is in the writing and editing, in part based on deeper conceptual conflicts that emerge the plot, that the film fails to find its footing. I wish Lee had found a stronger writer to build upon Gunn's original or to reconceptualize it completely, but instead, we get sometimes wildly inconsistent patches of dialogue and action juxtaposed that jar. For example, when Hess and Hightower first talk about the knife's powers, they engage in a conversation that not even robots would engage in, let alone academics. Yet when Tangier arrives and Hess and Ganja begin entertaining her, the exchange flows so authentically it rings utterly true. A musical scene at the church, starring singers Raphael Saadiq, formerly of Tony! Toni! Toné!, and Valerie Simpson, of Ashford and Simpson, runs too long, turning a resonant epiphany into a narrative annoyance. Then there are the usual Lee tics, like the tracking float of a character through space that add little. (His siblings Joie and Cinqué succeed in their brief appearances.) Instead of the unsubtle exposition and explanation, a more skillful hand, drawing upon the evocative images Lee assembled, would have sufficed.
Ganja (Abrahams), now
among the undead
Two deeper issues seem to be rending the story, class and religion. While Gunn's take on both felt novel at the time, for Lee too much remains unresolved, especially at period in our history when economic inequality is widening, the wealth gap between whites and black and brown people is vast, and, if recent studies are true, adherence to traditional religions is on the wane. Lee could have pushed any of these a bit, or a lot more, toward satire, or inward, with a great emphasis on Hess's psychological split, but he doesn't. Hess does not seem especially comfortable with the trappings of hyperwealth--this is not your usual doctor, PhD or MD--but he also does not fit in at the projects, where he grooms one victim, a young mother. He gains no succor from the power the African-based religion imparts, yet we get no sense that the local (black) church provides much comfort either.  Hess is figuratively lost and almost dead at the crossroads, with no way out except through an obvious approach that cannot result in real liberation, but a return to psychic, physical and spiritual death, and yet I had trouble believing he would take this route, since it felt too easy. Not even a willing partner in Ganja placates him; the disquiet roils at a level that the film doesn't articulate but makes legible from start to finish.
Hess (Williams), examining
the sacred/accursed knife
In a sense, the film suggests a deeper malaise not just at the heart of this story but for its anyone in the position of its director, a black man who currently has one home on the market for $20 million dollars, an unimaginable sum for the majority of Americans, especially black folks, when the housing crisis has devastated black communities across the US, and who has publicly denounced the very gentrification of his former Brooklyn neighborhood that he in part helped to bring about, meaning it will never again--short of a combined second global economic collapse and the election of the most progressive federal, state and city administrations in American history, which right now seems unlikely--return to anything close to the "Bed-Stuy Do or Die" world he depicted in his 1989 masterpiece Do the Right Thing or the later, less successful 1994 film Crooklyn. As with class, so with religion; the importance the black church is without question, but Lee's film appears to ask without answering what can it offer today, particularly for black people who find themselves at a distance from their familial and cultural pasts. Though great wealth does not have to lead to estrangement, but social, political and economic isolation can exacerbate the need for a spiritual lifeline. Ganja's choice, rejecting (black American) tradition, in favor of a queer life of undeath, appears, interestingly enough, the side on which the film falls.

I mention queerness because unlike Gunn's original--and Gunn was a queer man--Lee literalizes the ways in which the blood-cult's spirituality queers everyone and everything around it. I found this, alongside the cinematography, to be one of the most intriguing aspects of the film. There is full male (Williams, and Nolasco), as well as female frontal nudity, and open eroticism within and across gender lines. The voyeuristic tone about lesbianism that was evident in Lee's failed 2004 film She Hate Me has given way here to a depiction that is far less sensationalistic, though his male director's gaze persists. There is the openly queer butler, Seneschal Higginbotham (Rami Malek), who next to Ganja is Hess's closest associate. (There is also the ironic scene of Hess's reaction to blood with HIV, which occurs when he seduces, stabs and feeds on Lucky Mays (Felicia "Snoop" Pearson), a sex-worker he picks up, leading him to get a blood test and seronegative result.) There is the undercutting of heteronormativity, after a beautifully presented church-sanctioned wedding outdoors, when Tangier shows up, and the film cements this queer direction at the film end, with Ganja's putative partner. Where all this queerness takes the film is another matter; liberation for black or queer folks, especially if they are in the 99%, isn't part of the picture. Unspeakably rich, indescribably beautiful, and uncalculably undead, with a thirst for blood that will stretch on in perpetuity, may be one kind of queerness and also may be as perfect a metaphor for our current plutocratic moment as anyone could envision. It's where Da Sweet Blood of Jesus takes us, though it's an often bumpy ride to get there.