There’s a message in this film which Spike Lee is trying to drive home, which is all well and good and which I support. But this is a broken movie. Chief among its several issues: it needs to speed things way up and keep better focus. There’s some entertainment value here, but not enough to recommend. 5/10
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A couple thoughts about Spike Lee
When I saw in NYC Summer of Sam, I was disappointed. The fresh vision he brought to She’s Gotta Have It, Jungle Fever, and what Ebert AND Siskel hailed as the best movie of 1989 (an exceptionally rare agreement), Do The Right Thing, had had almost completely evaporated.
Going in almost 30 years later to BlacKkKlansman, I was hoping that Spike Lee had his mojo back. I thought fondly of the great Oldboy. Though Oldboy had nothing in common with the early African American-centered Spike Lee canon, it was damned good. I’m wondering if Lee was inspired by the potent story. In BKkK, he clearly has a message to communicate, but he muddles that up with a blurry dramatic presentation. Another disappointment.
Until proven otherwise, we have to add Spike Lee to the growing heap of great directors who have turned sour, the best example being Oliver Stone.
Makes you appreciate Quentin Tarantino all the more — really curious about and looking forward to Once Upon a Time in Hollywood.