Ooff, where to even begin with this one ... shall I first tell you about the blaxploitation vibes this film simultaneously inherits and questions while depicting the insane story of Ron Stallworth, who infiltrated the Ku Klux Klan in the 1970s?
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Shall we speak about how the film is a beautiful cinematic experience as well as a sobering commentary on current affairs?
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Or shall we speak about the powerful parallel made between the fight for power in each camp in that magnificent scene with Harry Belafonte echoing the baptism ritual of the KKK?
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Can we address the spectacular score by Terence Blanchard that lingers on for days? Laura Harrier's dynamite performance? JDW's dreamy eyes in addition to his compelling turn as the titular character? Topher Grace's hilarious yet chilling turn as David Duke?
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But most importantly can we just say that no one should watch this film alone as the ending will leave you weeping uncontrollably and you'll need firstly a shoulder to cry on and second a hand to unite with in combat.
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In the end, shall we say nothing and just watch it again? Yes please.