the kind of lyrical masterpiece Hollywood can make when its trusts the right artists the handle their films. the history of a nation that burned its horrors into so many is felt within every inch of demme's masterfully empathetic direction. magical realism has never felt this human, it wouldn't be until LoDR until an epic was constructed out of this many human faces and experiences.
Not entirely sure how I felt about this one. An odd mixture of drama and horror, epic in sweep, yet intimate in tone. I was confused by most of it, and yet, there were moments that did strike me. The performances by Winfrey and Glover convey such deep sorrow. I don’t think it’s completely successful but it does confront an appalling period of American history in a unique way.
Disturbing. Haunting. Love, a mother's love is not something the universe, or men's petty laws, society, civilization, costumary brutalities, can mess with. The ways scars have to heal are more mysterious than any god's ways. This is a story that is not easy, not pretty, not peacefull. It seeks its own redemption. Like love, healing. Like love amongst the dogs of hate. Like the instincts of an animal in a storm.