BlacKkKlansman is a lot of things—slick, vibrant, hilarious, antagonistic, acerbic. Washington and, especially, Driver are outstanding, and Hawkins's cameo is scintillating. After the final scene, I was like, "That was a great mainstream Spike Lee film!" Then the montage over the credits came and I remembered the world I'd be reentering when I left the theater, which is less different than the '70s than it should be. Then I was like, "Touché, Spike. Fuck."
Another strong entry in a great year for black cinema—scratch that, American cinema.
Suggested double feature: Django Unchained