Blindspotting ★★★★

not too often am i compelled to watch something again immediately after finishing it but here we are. i do understand criticisms of this as contrived, it's intensely writerly thesis—that we unconsciously act and build systems around identities and perceptions—is not an original one but the method here is. the heightened, theatrical rhythm of this builds layers of feeling and performance into both its comedy and drama; a propulsive movement that complicates the steady platform of "ideas", giving this a kind of joyful energy that makes you forget and lose track of the unconscious until it suddenly comes crashing back in in the heartbreaking, maddening realization that your reality is infected by an image of you that others have projected onto you or that (for a bunch of historical and economic reasons) you look more like the people that are hurting you and your friends than you do your friends. this has not just a sense of place but a sense of people who build that place in their own images, and then how those images are stolen and abused, leaving a disproportionate amount of pain and scars. if you're lucky you'll get to keep some solidarity, and maybe a joke with a friend.