Showing posts with label John David Washington. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John David Washington. Show all posts

Saturday, June 17, 2023

Tenet

Tenet
Warner Bros. etc.
September 3, 2020
Sci-Fi
DVD
D-

Director Christopher Nolan wrote impressively bad dialogue (including a line about the Cold War being as cold as ice) for a plot I didn't care about anyway.

Saturday, May 30, 2020

Devil in a Blue Dress

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TriStar
September 29, 1995
Crime Drama
DVD
B-

This neo-noir mostly works well, with its blend of mystery and social commentary, although there were times I found it confusing, and others that I found it predictable.  (I knew the Beals character was "passing" as soon as I saw her.)  The look and sound of 1940s Los Angeles are especially well done.

Carl Franklin directed and wrote the screenplay based on the Walter Mosley novel.  Denzel's then 11-year-old son, John David Washington, appears very briefly at the end, as Boy with Toy Rifle, 23 years before he'd star in BlacKKKlansman.

Sunday, December 22, 2019

BlacKkKlansman

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Focus Features
August 10, 2018
Historical Drama, Historical Comedy, Romance
DVD
B+

Spike Lee directed and co-wrote this film based on the memoir by Ron Stallworth, although some details were changed from the book, including the setting of '79 to '72.  I saw the movie in the theater and it still packs a wallop on the home screen, but I am well aware it is at times heavy-handed propaganda.  That's not to say it doesn't make its points and it's not thought-provoking or entertaining, but it is manipulative, albeit skillfully. 

Deciding on genre tags was tough, because it is historical-- and about history itself, linking 1972 to 1916 and 2017-- but it is definitely a drama, and, yes, a romance, and for one glorious scene, as a group of young Afro-Americans sing and dance in a club to "Too Late to Turn Back Now," a musical.  Lee manages the tonal shifts, sometimes even simultaneously, so that we can, for instance, be both amused and horrified by the cruel stupidity of the Klan.  When Ron's coworkers gather around the phone to hear him punk the white supremacists, we are with them, trying not to giggle but also amazed at Ron's daring.

Image result for BlacKkKlansmanWashington, the then 33-year-old son of Denzel, plays Ron with a certain naivete and youth, while Adam Driver (just a few months older) is the relatively more experienced cop who finds himself letting "the rookie" lead this crazy case.  The movie plays with philosophy and identity, especially for "the white Ron Stallworth" (a non-observant Jew here, a still unknown man in real life), acknowledging the heavier questions but always aware of the absurdity.  We get moments of triumph and glee, but the ending is ambiguous, and deliberately shot like one of the blacksploitation movies that Ron and his black-radical girlfriend Patrice debate.  The movie is partly about their courtship, but there is no Happily Ever After for them or Colorado Springs.

The movie draws obvious parallels to then and now, and to David Duke (played wonderfully by Grace, his '70s boy next door past as Eric Forman putting a spin on Duke's seeming normality) and to Donald Trump.  Specific lines, like about "America First" and "Making America Great Again" are deliberate, as is I believe the casting of Trump-impersonator Baldwin in the opening cameo as a '50s bigot.  It may sound funny to say this about a movie that premiered at Cannes only a year and a half ago, but this film is definitely a relic of the Trump era, specifically the first half of Trump's first (?) term.  Watching the Charlottesville footage in the "now" section, including Trump's "both sides" comment, felt rawer the summer after than it does in the safety of my own home, but that's not to say that it is not still a painful epilogue.  And running Prince's then unreleased version of "Mary, Don't You Weep" over the closing credits is just as poignant now.

Note that Michael Buscemi looks distractingly like his brother Steve.