film criticism by maryann johanson | celebrating 25 years: 1997–2022
An electrifying philosophical fantasia that imagines four towering figures of 1960s America arguing over how to navigate racism as Black men. Enraging, but also thrilling, bursting with cinematic joy.
There’s plenty injustice here to enrage the thinking, feeling citizen, but despite a passionate performance by charismatic Aldis Hodge, this docudrama is nowhere near incensed enough on his behalf.
Fun enough and diverting enough while you’re in the middle of it, but hints of something much richer and more satisfying dangle just out of its reach.
A film taken with the singular American delusion that Jesus loves football… though it also throws in a new delusion: Jesus hates the U.S. Constitution.
A quietly horrifying, solidly entertaining medical procedural that makes no bones about the terrible damage American football causes to its players.
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It’s not just the NFL getting pushed in the U.K…
One last image from this past Sunday’s NFL on Regent Street event.
If kilts were involved in American football in America, I might be more interested.
From this past Sunday’s NFL on Regent Street event.
