so much to say. what a film.
tragic. beautiful. horrible. theron at times is over the top, but her performance always felt grounded for the most part. and at the best moments, unbelievably powerful.
jenkins is really at her best here. remarkable choices and visceral momentum. it’s a great film.
essential. it’s all a little too much to write an immediate reaction. but a story that has to be told was thankfully told with such craft and care. and embodied by the unparalleled daniel kaluuya and lakeith stanfield.
shaka king brought such boldness and tenderness. bobbit as always brought his singular, precisely imperfect lens. each shot boldly crafted while also feeling true, subtle and emotive. never self-facing or self-congratulatory.
again, i can’t say enough about the performances across…
an achievement of a lifetime putting this together. so well told. crafted with such love, tenderness and care. and humor. it really is masterful in its structure and delivery. it feels organic and meandering but under the hood beautifully constructs jordan’s story in the most profound way. what a tribute. what an accomplishment.