Saturday, December 15, 2018

Saturday Morning Three-Line Movie Review

If Beale Street Could Talk

Every scene in this gorgeous movie is a work of art, subtle and beautifully lit, suffused with warmth and love, and there are eyes everywhere, eyes that look out at you and eyes that you look into and eyes that look at one another. The movie is heavy, so heavy that you can't get out from under while watching it, the under that is the history of black people in America, the under that is white supremacy, a smothering blanket, and the director, Barry Jenkins, spares nothing in his literal spareness. You can hold your breath while watching it, you can feel the love emanating from the lovers, from the families, from the shadows and darkness, but you just can't get out from under the grief, the loss, the suggestion that love is sometimes just not enough.

More Three-Line Movie Reviews

Green Book
Crazy Rich Asians
Far From the Tree
Sorry to Bother You
Won't You Be My Neighbor?
Learning to Drive
Love and Mercy
Not a Three Line Movie Review
While We're Young

Force Majeur 
Gone Girl
Saint Vincent

Get on Up
Begin Again
The Immigrant

Cesar Chavez

The Grand Budapest Hotel

Labor Day 


  1. This is a gorgeous review, the both/and nature of life in these yoonited states.

  2. well done, E. I'll look it up and see if it's playing around here -- this is the first I've heard of it. I'm reading Howard Zinn's "The People's History of the United States." Oh, the parade of dirty deeds, human subjugation and outright cruelty. It does, in fact, make me feel heavy and I cry. South America wasn't any better. Many many places aren't any better. We are a sorry lot, we humans.



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