I’m struggling to grasp the words to properly describe how I felt after watching Khalik Allah’s new film, Black Mother. I want to say this: to experience the latest Allah film is like witnessing the performance of a ritual, a rite of passage for the spectator, a life-changing event, sort of a baptism . . . where you’re so deeply submerged in the trance of phantasmagoria that you seem to wake up of a lysergic trip.
March 27, 2018