Another year of introspective review of artistry is probably
how the more than 6000 members of the Academy of Motion Pictures Arts and
Sciences would critique this year’s Oscars ceremony. Even with Hollywood’s self-portrait as
liberal, inclusive and a global repository of diversity and multicultural
narratives, it always strikes me how the mosaic of black life in this country
that is celebrated in film falls within a dystopic stricture of grating dysfunction, marginalization and an
existential threat of violence.
Slavery, civil rights and the slums is the corner store of
ideas from which our American-ness can be transcribed. A twenty-first century rendering of us as
sentient beings is still representative of the glacial pace at which anecdotal
offerings of the historicity of black people is being integrated. The Birth of a Nation, after much pre-Oscar
fanfare, was not only conspicuously absent from the list of nominees, but the
polemic subject matter in light of the Dickensian political tone of the nation
was unfortunate. For the first time ever, a black man won for best screenplay
adaptation in Moonlight.
The rhetorical question is whether this particular effort
was so substantially superior to the legions of others over the many decades
before it that it singularly and finally warranted a statue? O.J: Made In
America garnered an award and was considered by some critics a magnum opus of
our culture on the issue of race and ambition.
What it masterfully chronicles in the seven and a half hour documentary
is an existential dissociative disorder masked as ambitious assimilation.
Ava Duvernay’s “13th” graphically, pedantically
and compellingly dispels the myth of the abolition of slavery legislated by the
13th Amendment of the United States Constitution. It exposes the
pathos and ethos that drives, nourishes and sustains the carceral state in this
country. It however, falls outside of
the bandwidth of heralded discourse and content to be found in the black
cinematic trinity (slavery, civil rights, slums) of Hollywood green-lighted
projects. Changing the tapestry of
cinema to a more expansive, “blackish” diorama has everything to do with
appetite and efficacy.
Because our history is inextricably and violently interwoven
into the broader conflicted, passion play of establishing a democracy,
extracting stories that promulgate fully-evolved Americans of color comes with
inherent risk. Movie making has always
been a collaborative environment. The
stakeholders may come with a holistic intent of exhuming the lives and
biographies of those who were wantonly disregarded, but the financial viability
always holds sway. If the American
cultural epicenter for cinema is going to be compelled to do more than
tangentially mine the trace elements of black culture, then the voices,
perspectives and eyes behind the camera, within the corridors of power must
also be inclusive or this self-aggrandizing “awards” show will in short order
return to its regressive mean of monochromatic expression.
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