Michael Jones’s review published on Letterboxd:
One of the top reviews for this film suggests that the films you want to talk about are the masterpieces and the absolute car crashes. So check my next two reviews for a perfect example of that. Oof.
Blindspotting needs talking about, because it opens up so many avenues for discussion. Its main idea seems to be that blackness can not be taken up as an identity by somebody who isn't black. No matter how you act and where you grew up, there will never be that fear. Daveed Diggs' Collin feels that fear, he has all his life, but it comes to the forefront when he witnesses a black man being shot down by a police officer. Three days from the end of his probation, this makes him question everything he knows, everything he's kept as a blindspot. Particularly his friend Miles.
Blindspotting feels like Spike Lee's best. Like a mix between Do the Right Thing and Chi-Raq. We come face to face with the experience of a black man in America, the feeling of coming with a pre-loaded persecution. This manages to be funny sometimes, colourful, musical, but it's always scary, something is always looming. Collin sees the world as Miles doesn't, even as Miles' young black son practices his not-getting-shot techniques. This is a fucking brilliant film, tackling the issue at hand with class and immeasurable skill. There's an incredible rhythm to the dialogue, even when they're not rapping. When they are though, it's spectacular.
FUCK ALFRED HITCHCOCK.