Fences ★★★½

A cornball, aggressively structured, snot-filled, overly symbolic, summation of Our American Experience. Yes, it's only competently made and, yes, Mykelti Williamson is wretched, but it's based on one of the Great American Plays, largely doesn't get in the way of the words, and features two of our great thespians spittin' up a storm. Good enough for me. If we're in the era of the Hollywood franchise film, the realization of a ten-part August Wilson cycle has to be viewed as a best-case scenario.