Noah Hawley treats his protagonist’s story as a somber tragedy that at times stoops to trashiness.
If Beale Street Could Talk is at its most potent in the scenes where human frailty and the specter of injustice come more elliptically to the surface.
The film carelessly affirms the idea that all women should be able to fight back at will, and if they don’t, it’s on them.
Nate Parker strains to control the strange and stirring complications of his subject’s visionary apocalypticism.
What will make it essential for future generations isn’t mere flashpoint topicality, but the way it aligns an old struggle with a current one.
Neither Reefer Madness nor Cheech and Chong joint, it’s both funny and serious, and its depictions of pot-smoking could be read as either promotional or cautionary.
The film remains engaging, for the most part, but most of the big narrative turns feel both predictable and forced, and at odds with the natural charms of the cast.
O’Hara spoke to us recently about his collaboration with actor-playwright Colman Domingo.