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Banned
Speak of the devil, just got passes to see this next Wednesday. Will report back, GAF.
You hope he cops an Oscar for a role in a movie you have presumably yet to see?
Wat.
The obvious implication is the assumption the film will be good, and that I will like it, and therefore hope to see Boyega win some awards.
Was that so difficult to grasp?
Watching "Detroit," the latest film directed by Kathryn Bigelow and penned by Mark Boal, I hit a breaking point I didnt realize I had. I was disturbed so deeply by what I witnessed that I left the theater in tears.
It wasnt the relentless violence inflicted upon black bodies or the fiery devastation of the riots ripping apart Detroit but the emptiness behind these moments that got under my skin. Watching Detroit I realized that Im not interested in white perceptions of black pain. White filmmakers, of course, have every right to make stories that highlight the real and imagined histories of racism and police brutality that pointedly affect Black America. There are, of course, a litany of films by white filmmakers about subject matter unique to the black experience that I find movingThe Color Purple comes to mind. But Steven Spielbergs film was based on a novel by Alice Walker and produced by Quincy Jones. Detroit was directed, written, produced, shot, and edited by white creatives who do not understand the weight of the images they hone in on with an unflinching gaze.
Detroit is ultimately a confused film that has an ugliness reflected in its visual craft and narrative. Bigelow is adept at making the sharp crack of an officers gun against a black mans face feel impactful but doesnt understand the meaning of the emotional scars left behind or how they echo through American history. Detroit is a hollow spectacle, displaying rank racism and countless deaths that has nothing to say about race, the justice system, police brutality, or the city that gives it its title.
While John Boyega has been top-billed for his performance as Melvin Dismukes, a security guard who stumbles into aiding the blatantly racist cops and armed forces that realize the civil rights violations happening but do nothing to stop it, hes too passive a character to leave much of an impression. In standing by his position as an authority figure and helping these white cops, Melvin becomes complicit in their horror. Boyega is a charismatic actor, but he gives a flat performance, although its the script thats more of a problem. Mark Boal skirts around the issue of Melvins complicity, leaving an interesting story on the table. The standout from the cast proves to be Algee Smith, who grants his character a soulfulness and yearning that grows more heartbreaking as the film continues, but even his performance is often undercut by directorial choices.
There are plenty of examples of racism in the film, but it's William Poulters performance as Philip Krauss, a cop who proves to be a ringleader to the horrors that occur at the Algiers Motel, thats the most sickening. Krauss is quick to violence, virulently racist, and immensely cunning. He delights in beating the black men who realize hes abusing his power but can do nothing to stop him even as dead bodies pile up. Bigelow doesnt flinch from depicting Krauss horror, but she also doesnt thoroughly indict him or the systems that allow men like him to survive.
This seemed like a good review looking under the surface of the film's claim of self-importance.The soullessness of the film only snapped into focus for me near the very end when one of the survivors, Larry, is shown singing at church. The church is important to the black community both as an emblem of hope and resistance. But this scene is shot exactly like the most disturbing moments at Algiers Motel. The camera moves much like a boxer. It bobs and weaves staying perpetually in motion. There is an anxious energy and bluntness that feels out of place as Larry sings in front of the black congregation.
absolutely none of this is shocking. white filmmakers (and liberals) often just don't get it.http://www.rogerebert.com/reviews/detroit-2017
This seemed like a good review looking under the surface of the film's claim of self-importance.
Crash was such a hammy piece of shit. I really hope not.This movie worries the shit outta me. It better not be Crash
Saw it Tuesday excellent film Poulter nailed it makes you just hate himMy thoughts as well -- especially after seeing the trailer. As others have said, naming the movie DETROIT isn't doing it any favors, either.
Bigelow's best is still Point Break
The Detroit Free Press is chronically the 50th Anniversary of the riot, including stories from people in the city at the time.
Riot or rebellion? The debate on what to call Detroit '67
He helped start 1967 Detroit riot, now his son struggles with the legacy
Those killed during the riot:
43 fatal victims of the Detroit riot of 1967
Stories from Detroiters:
'The entire city smelled like smoke,' merchant's son recalls
Doctor 'never saw anything in the Air Force' like that week of riot
Former cop says 1967 riot killed Detroit: 'It'll never come back'
Black lawyer felt obligation to do more than stay home
Detroit NAACP head Rev. Anthony: Police abuse led to 1967 riot
Son of Mayor Jerome Cavanagh believes riot killed dad
1966 student walkout at Northern a sign of things to come
'The shotguns were loaded,' rookie cop recalls
Stunned teen saw riot unfold outside her bedroom window
'It wasn't supposed to happen here'
Black working class was fed up, ready to organize
'That's not a fire, that's something else': Detroit firefighter's daughter tells tale of riot
The officer who led the raid on the blind pig that ignited the riot
I just got back from it and the movie has me conflicted. Well, not really. It made me angry.
And part of that anger is hard to explain, hence the conflict.
It's a well crafted and acted movie blah blah from a technical perspective the movie is amazing. Good? Cool.
The movie repeatedly giving us the white gaze of black trauma is one of my problems with this. The movie starts off by depicting the start of the 1967 detroit riots and then immediately jumps into focusing on property damage and looting during the riots. Close ups, dialog, extended steady cam sequences, the whole works. However, when the movie is depicting the police response to these riots, that footage is much more terse. Police are shown severely beating people in passing. Never more than a few seconds at a time.
Maybe it was because this movie was preceded by a trailer for the remake of the kill-a-negro franchise Death Wish, but all of this bullshit stood out to me.
Police are shown faux-compassionately saying that black people are responsible for the destruction of their community before callously murdering a black man.
Then we eventually get to the extended scenes of black trauma and the movie is unflinching in its depiction. However, each extended scene of black trauma is end-capped with a white person saying how horrible it is. There's a literal line in the movie that sounds like it was ADR'd in where a white cop exclaims something to the effect of "How could anyone even do this to another person, what type of monster would do this" as if to remind us that not all white people are bad. White girls who were assaulted in the same incident also remind us that this type of violence is terrible. And the violence? No matter how explicit and unflinching the movie is, the movie even holds back there as it doesn't even mention the sexual assaults that happened in that real life incident. I guess that would demonize the officers too much.
I don't need the white people in the movie to remind me how horrible what I just witnessed was. The impression I get is that those lines were put in there to remind the audience of how they should feel, should they not be able to emphasize with the tortured or the slain.
I like the occasional unsentimental approach regarding painful subjects like with Changeling. It's part of the reason why I think Clint Eastwood was such a great director. The movie, thankfully, doesn't end when the incident does and I think that the aftermath was portrayed fairly but the first 2/3rds of that movie it felt like the balance was off.
I dunno. I'm rambling and I'm still angry.
This was not a good film.
Almost all the reviews hit the nail on the head. This is a flick with nothing to say. It's empty. If you want to pick something so highly politicized, you have to say something and not just try to do a sort of emotionless doc-drama. Shit just sort of happen.
Sounds like a Kathryn Bigelow movie.
I didn't like Hurt Locker much, but I thought ZDT was solid. I do agree, I don't think she has the emotional punch for this material.
This was not a good film.
Almost all the reviews hit the nail on the head.
Act I is exposition done right: Henry Louis Gates Jr.'s pithy history of African-Americans making their Great Migration, illustrated with the ”dynamic cubist" art of Jacob Lawrence, whose muscular paintings about the black trek from the Deep South to the Industrial North conjure history on the march. It's a marvelous opening stroke—a statement of the film's ambitious social-political scope and marvelous aesthetic daring.
I thought the 3 chapter approached worked fine in covering a good chunk of the riot. It felt like watching 3 separate small movies.
Granted, I'm not through with my backlog of reviews and critical pieces, but which ones are you reading? Most of the one's I've gone through so far have been full of praise (and a lot seem to go out of their way to mention that Henry Lewis Gates wrote the introductory titles).
Here's an excerpt from Film Comment on the movie:
https://www.filmcomment.com/blog/deep-focus-detroit/
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