Some franchises jump the shark. Fast & Furious straps Nos to it’s back and flies in circles around one. This movie has some of Bo’s “Deadpool self-awareness” but that’s not the worst thing. I prefer the billion dollar movie franchise winking at me and prodding the entertainment into further silliness to the alternative of self-seriousness (See Gemini Man)
This movie reminded me of wind. At times tranquil, peaceful, and comforting. And at others, unrelenting, raw, and real. And at all times, powerful.
This is a movie about life and about people. Not the perfect people we so often see in film, but people that stumble on their words, people that get sick, people that sneeze, people that sometimes just have to take a dump in a bucket. Real people.
This movie is not a lot of things, but no one can say that it isn’t honest, that it isn’t real. And that’s something in a medium that’s fraught with farce presented as fact.
My eyes stung in this movie. I had to remind myself to blink. Great cinematography. Almost every character gets a moment to shine. Boseman’s performance is vigilant, explosive, beautiful, and probably some more adjectives. Viola’s “I don’t like silence” speech is great. And the setting of a recording studio in the midst of Chicago’s 1920s industrialization blurs the line between where the factories end and the art begins. What good is there in playing like an artist when you’re being paid like a sharecropper?