'Alice' Doesn't Live Here Anymore
'Alice' is a genre trifecta: one part revenge drama, one part historical account, one part throwback to Blaxploitation—kinda 'Django' meets 'Roots' meets 'Foxy Brown.'
I often speak about the importance of positive representation in films. The joy, validation, and critical examination that comes with seeing yourself onscreen is something that many privileged people take for granted. But rarely does a film go beyond representation and into an emotional resonance that places it in that peculiar art space where I love something that I can not view leisurely. I have only seen Barry Jenkins' Moonlight once at theaters upon release. Despite owning a digital copy, its release on streaming services, and a coveted spot as one of my most beloved films of all time, I am unable to watch it again in its entirety. It is so emotionally resonant for me that my empathy is incapable of watching it superficially. I know I will feel all the emotional depth of the film EVERY time. This places it in the same league as What's Love Got To Do With It, The Color Purple, and Lucky (2011). Even at the film theater, my best friend (another Black gay man) squeezed my hand throughout the film, nearly in tears from the nuanced portrayals.
Barry Jenkins filmed Moonlight in three modules named after the childhood, teenage years, and young adulthood of the main protagonist. The brilliance of this film is its argument that Blackness and sexuality are intertwined and inseparable within the intersectionality of Black gay men. This is something I have posited myself countless times in arguments where (mostly) straight Black men and the odd Black Woman attempt the "you are Black" first argument. This tired argument attempts to excise Black LGBTQ+ individuals' sexuality from them and inspire a racial fealty that often only serves the needs of straight Black men. We are welcomed as voiceless bodies in protests, marches, and financial support for Black politicians and businesses, but otherwise mum is the word. This argument is usually pulled out when something homophobic/transphobic or otherwise discriminatory happens to LGBTQ+ people and Black LGBTQIA+ people object to said treatment (see the awful Dave Chapelle). Moonlight argues that you can not compartmentalize sexuality, it's not a lifestyle or trendy thing picked up from outside the community (aka the "it's a white person thing" argument). Rather, I, like Chiron and every other Black gay man, am both Black and gay. Those two identities are who I am in totality. And yet they are both infinite on their own and in combination. Moonlight captures this exquisitely.
The tender, heartbreaking story of a young man’s struggle to find himself, told across three defining chapters in his life as he experiences the ecstasy, pain, and beauty of falling in love, while grappling with his own sexuality.
'Alice' is a genre trifecta: one part revenge drama, one part historical account, one part throwback to Blaxploitation—kinda 'Django' meets 'Roots' meets 'Foxy Brown.'
These confines won’t really encourage you to read the film as a metaphor for the nerve-inducing experience we’ve all been through over the last year, however — and in the interest of maintaining your dignity, you probably shouldn’t. While the sociopolitical commentary may have worked for the similarly-themed Buried (2010), in which we find Ryan Reynolds on his own buried alive in the Middle East, but this futuristic take on the premise is best left as a piece of distracting entertainment. Nevertheless, the atmosphere is no less suffocating, literally and dramatically.
“The most disrespected person in America is the Black Woman/the most unprotected person in America is the Black Woman,” Director Spivey Jr quotes. The quotes are absolutely true. Misogynoir is a devastating social ill that is not given the weight it is due.