Goosebumps.
This movie gave me goosebumps in a way the book did not. Simultaneously
beautiful, breathtaking, and tragic, this James Baldwin
adaptation is a bold follow-up to Moonlight for Barry Jenkins. His
direction is meticulous. He takes small brilliant liberties in acting
out scenes undescribed in the novel (moving furniture), and sticks
closely to the book in tense scenes of despair (and
one big liberty in changing the ending). The cinematography and
lighting are stunning. The centered head-on shots in which the audience
is confronted by the helpless gaze of our protagonists are
heartbreaking.
The
soundtrack by Nicholas Britell is achingly beautiful. You could feel
the audience in the packed theater all holding our collective breath
in anxiety. The horns and swelling strings cue the viewer to exhale a
sigh of brief reprieve to celebrate the love at the center of the story.
The music slowly pulses the audience along to the tragic fate we know
awaits. And I'd like to say that it is because
I read the book that I know how it ends, but that's not it. We
implicitly know how this story ends because it is the story of being
black in America, in the 70s and in the 21st century just the same. The
film opens with a passage from James Baldwin explaining
the title. The eponymous Beale Street is a stand-in for any main street in an American city where the Fonnys and Tishes survive.
Fonny is a noir-ish character, helpless to change his fate. This is most
devastating in the moments we get to soak in their
joy and love (of partner, of family, of community), in the character of
Daniel foreshadowing what fate lies ahead, and when the baby finally
arrives.
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