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Saturday, February 1, 2020

Just Mercy





Director Destin Daniel Cretton
 



Bryan Stevenson
 



Actor Michael B. Jordan (left) with Bryan Stevenson
 















JUST MERCY            B                   
USA  (136 mi)  2019  d: Destin Daniel Cretton                     Official site

The power of just mercy is that it belongs to the undeserving.
— Just Mercy: A Story of Justice and Redemption, by Bryan Stevenson (354 pages), 2014

Inspired by real events, the film follows the aspiring career of Harvard educated lawyer Bryan Stevenson, Michael B. Jordan from Fruitvale Station (2013), soft-spoken and reserved, always showing restraint, formally dressed in a suit and tie, adapting his 2014 published memoirs by the same name, growing up in a poor rural community, initially working out of a private residence before setting up practice of the Equal Justice Initiative in Montgomery, Alabama, a law office providing free legal representation to prisoners condemned to death row in the state of Alabama who have been denied access to a fair trial.  According to the film, Bryan Stevenson has worked to release 140 death row inmates in Alabama, where one in 9 death row inmates have been exonerated based on wrongful convictions, resulting in exonerations far higher than for any other category of criminal convictions, where perjury/false accusations and official misconduct are the leading causes of wrongful convictions, which typically go unchallenged by the court appointed lawyers, exposing poor blacks to an unequal judicial process where justice for the poor almost never happens, as it’s reserved instead for the wealthy elite who can pay for it, effectively dividing the nation into two separate and unequal factions where the law is applied differently, disclaiming the inscription engraved into the U.S. Supreme Court building that promises “Equal Justice Under Law.”  Made by the director of Short Term 12 (2013), Hawaiian filmmaker Destin Daniel Cretton integrated his own personal experiences from working at a group home for at-risk teenagers in pursuit of altering our perceptions of kids stuck in a dehumanized system struggling for survival.  Here he examines the inequities of the death penalty when empowered and administered by Jim Crow ethical standards, where obtaining a conviction by law and order district attorneys supersedes any pursuit for the truth, as this is the political platform they run on to get elected, making the community a safer place to live, which all but excludes the black community, where residents historically are forced to live in fear of the police and the authoritatively repressive judicial system where innocent men routinely get charged and convicted for crimes they never committed.  Added to the mix are prisoners who did commit crimes, but were sentenced with greater severity due to an inherent bias leveled against blacks.  The effects of racism, such a prevalent condition in our society, continue to exist on so many levels, yet the place where its impact is felt the most is the judicial system where blacks continue to be warehoused into lengthy periods of incarceration at record levels, where there aren’t enough lawyers assisting the poor, and racial minorities are routinely excluded from jury service, particularly in poor rural counties, making it difficult to put an end to these reprehensible and often antiquated practices.  Major cities are not immune from this same racial differentiation, as blacks nationwide are 30% more likely than whites to be sent to prison for committing the exact same crime (Sentencing Commission Finds Black Men Receive Longer ...).  While this film shines a light to expose the inequities, accentuating trials that are marked by blatant racial bias or prosecutorial misconduct while highlighting the damage done to families and communities, yet this inherent racial bias has simply become a routinely accepted standard deeply entrenched into the fabric of the judicial system in America, where the death penalty is a direct descendant of lynching.  By 1915, court-ordered executions outpaced lynchings for the first time.  Two-thirds of people executed in the 1930’s were black, yet even after the African-American share of the South’s population fell to just 22% by 1950, 75% of people executed in the South were black.  More than eight in ten lynchings between 1889 and 1918 occurred in the South, as did more than eight in ten of the nearly 1500 executions carried out in this country since 1976 (Death Penalty - Equal Justice Initiative). 

One of the inherent flaws of the Hollywood system is there aren’t enough black filmmakers given the opportunity to make films like this, so the stories continue to be told by people outside the black community, offering a more stereotypical vantage point and a decidedly different emotional texture, where the structure of the film itself becomes stereotyped as a crusader movie, where in this case the “white savior” has been replaced by a “black savior,” yet in Alabama, the ultimate decisions are rendered by white judges from one of three appellate courts, the state Supreme Court, Court of Criminal Appeals, and Court of Civil Appeals, totaling 19 judges, where there is a noticeable absence of black judges in such prestigious positions, (Why Aren't There More Black Federal Judges in Alabama ...).  One of just five states that hold partisan, statewide elections for judges (in a state that is nearly 70% white, where judges boast during their campaigns about the number of death sentences they’ve imposed), since 1994 every black candidate for the state’s 19 appellate judgeships has lost to a white candidate, with the courts remaining all-white and all-Republican (including 41 of the state’s 42 elected district attorneys), where according to a 2012 report, white judges are four times more likely than minority judges to dismiss race discrimination cases.  Despite overwhelming evidence to suggest bias that stems from the days of slavery to Jim Crow to lynching, where the original commerce conducted in Montgomery, Alabama was in enslaved people, the location of Stevenson’s Equal Justice Initiative office is just steps away from where they once held massive slave auctions, bringing people off the boat, parading them up and down the street in chains, becoming the most active slave-trading space in America for almost a decade, with dozens of cast-iron historical markers celebrating aspects of the Confederacy.  Little has been done historically to humanize the criminal justice system, with this film providing a face for viewers to empathize with, as one of the most incendiary cases is that of Walter McMillian (Jamie Foxx), known as Johnny D, sentenced to death in 1987 for the murder of an 18-year old white girl who worked as a clerk in a dry cleaning store in Monroeville, Alabama, based solely on the questionable testimony of a white convict, Ralph Myers (Tim Blake Nelson), ignoring multiple black alibi witnesses at the trial, which lasted just a day and a half.  While the jury sentenced him to life imprisonment, the judge (aptly named Robert E. Lee Key) overruled the jury and sentenced him to death, with judicial override accounting for 20% of the people currently sitting on death row in Alabama, a practice that was outlawed by the state in 2017, yet the state persists in executing people on death row prior to the implementation of the law.  Despite the flimsy evidence to convict, McMillian lost all his prior appeals for a new trial.  By the time Stevenson meets him in prison, he’s lost all hope, showing little interest in a wide-eyed Ivy League lawyer from the north who knows nothing about the ways of Alabama.  The tone of the film resembles IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT (1967), pitting the legal sophistication of Stevenson against the antiquity of southern racism, where humiliating blacks and instilling fear is a way of life, fueled by a venomous culture of white supremacy that historically produced lynchings and killings, yet established in heinous acts just how blacks are treated in the Jim Crow South.  In contrast, Atticus Finch, the white court-appointed lawyer portrayed by Gregory Peck in TO KILL A MOCKINGBIRD (1962), was voted as the greatest hero of all American cinema in 2003 by the American Film Institute, AFI's 100 Years...100 Heroes & Villains - Wikipedia, where the courtroom sequence of the film adaptation was set in a courthouse in that same Monroeville, Alabama that remains the town’s main tourist attraction.  Even in the UK, a 2016 literary survey voted Atticus Finch the most inspiring character in literature (To Kill a Mockingbird's Atticus Finch voted most inspiring ...).  And therein lies the problem with films like this, as the white idealization is overwhelming, requiring a Messiah-like figure to stand up to centuries of appalling racial animosity, making audiences feel good, but the entrenched systematic bias continues, where mass incarceration of black people actually defines the era we are currently living in.

While Stevenson has consistently been recognized as one of the 100 most influential lawyers in America, awarded a MacArthur Grant among a multitude of distinguished honors and awards, Brie Larson stars as Eva Ansley, adding Southern flavor as the local girl who becomes the operations director, described by Stevenson as “fearless and smart,” who’s been there since the beginning working side by side with Stevenson (actually starting on her dining room table), working long hours into the night, assisting him on his exhaustive research, providing administrative duties while handling the reporting and accounting of their federal funding.  While not an attorney, she’s a mom committed to rectifying what she sees as terrible injustices happening within her community, with most content to allow racial transgressions to continue unabated, but she feels a moral obligation to do something about it, to be on the side providing social justice.  While the film has a formulaic structure to it, the authenticity of the characters stand out, where the best moments are often reduced to small extended scenes in tiny rooms or prison cells, intimate conversations that don’t overreach, becoming remarkably poignant and quietly affecting, offering a deeply ingrained understanding of just who and what we’re dealing with.  Whether it be Stevenson’s visits to Holman Prison or the time spent with each of the death row prisoners he meets, their images are seared into the viewer’s imaginations, becoming permanent fixtures, with each telling their own story of how they became ostracized and rejected by society, stripped of any self-worth, dehumanized, often doubting their own innocence, as that guilty verdict has been drummed into their consciousness.  Stevenson’s role is to take each of these essentially dead souls and bring them back to life, challenging the negative stereotypes, where it’s easy to pass judgment, showing another side, one that viewers can relate to.  He starts by visiting McMillian’s family living on the outskirts of town, mirroring similar visits made by Atticus Finch, where one gets the feeling so little has changed for these families since the Civil Rights era of the last 50 years, where progress was granted to a few, yet a large majority in rural America were left behind, the living examples of a separate but unequal society.  While they’ve essentially taken away all that matters to McMillian, what’s clear is no one in his community thinks he did it, while the white community is in near unanimous agreement that he did.  So when a black lawyer starts poking around with these unsettling, racially tinged cases that already led to a conviction, the white community resents someone stirring up all these ancient memories, as they rest easily, content to lock him up and throw away the key, believing the case is closed.  Rafe Spall is Tommy Chapman, the newly elected white District Attorney, yet he shows no inclinations to reopen the case, believing Stevenson is alone and isolated, where he is perceived as no threat.  But the more he looks into these cases, the more he becomes convinced these cases are a travesty of justice, filing legal briefs bringing new evidence into light that question the legitimacy of the verdict, yet appeals courts in Alabama rarely overturn the convictions of death row inmates.  While there are setbacks along the way, and frequent intimidation tactics that recall the times of antiquity, one central focus of the film is witnessing in stark detail the execution of a prisoner, a chilling reminder of what this is all about, as Alabama consistently has one of the highest execution rates in the United States, executing 11 people convicted by juries of a life sentence, overridden by judges and instead condemned to die.  It’s an emotional tearjerker fraught with heartbreak and personal anguish, as setbacks are built into the system, creating an underlying feeling of helplessness and systematic malaise, but Stevenson and his crew persevere, growing his practice, hiring more staff, eventually accomplishing the unimaginable.


'I went to death row for 28 years through no fault of my own ...  Anthony Ray Hinton endured almost three decades behind bars on death row, wrongly convicted by Alabama’s racist judiciary system, telling his incredible story to Chris McGreal from The Guardian, April 1, 2018

Why Mass Incarceration Defines Us As a Society | People ...   Chris Hedges interview with Bryan Stevenson from Smithsonian magazine, December 2012

Friday, January 1, 2016

2015 Top Ten List #1 Mommy














MOMMY           A                
Canada  (139 mi)  2014  d:  Xavier Dolan         Official site

Hey, I wanna crawl out of my skin
Apologize for all my sins
All the things I should have said to you
Hey, I can’t make it go away
Over and over in my brain again
All the things I should have said to you

Counting stars wishing I was okay
Crashing down was my biggest mistake
I never ever ever meant to hurt you
I only did what I had to
Counting stars again

Hey, I’ll take this day by day by day
Under the covers I’m okay I guess
Life’s too short and i feel small

Counting stars again


Once again, 25-year old Xavier Dolan remains one of the most relevant directors working today, assailing a whole host of social issues as he’s written his most explosive drama yet.  Certainly among his most ambitious efforts, even with what may arguably be a few unnecessary moments of melodramatic overkill, but Dolan continues to make some of the finest films being made today, pushing the barriers of dramatic acceptability, where this won the 3rd place Jury Prize at Cannes, shared with Jean-Luc Godard’s GOODBYE TO LANDUAGE 3D (2014), interestingly and perhaps appropriately the oldest and youngest directors in competition, both offering radically differing views on what the future holds.  Written, directed, edited, produced, and costume design by Dolan, perhaps the most haunting aspect about the film is how it compellingly lingers through several different possible outcomes, one a rival to that brilliant and unparalleled ending to Spike Lee’s 25th HOUR (2002), where a lead character goes through a scintillating stream-of-conscious montage (where the screen actually widens) imagining a future that might have been (where her son morphs into an uncredited male model Steven Chevrin), before the dust clears and the gripping power of the present retains its suffocating hold on reality. Certainly one of the unique aspects is the film is presented in a highly unusual 1:1 aspect ratio, a perfect box, more reflective of still photography than cinema, creating a claustrophobic and highly congested box as the center of activity, with both edges of the screen unused, where the characters are continually moving in and out of each other’s cramped physical space, where Dolan’s challenge is creating a choreography of colliding images that match the highly volatile emotional world that is often spinning out of control.  As always, Dolan’s actors shine, perhaps more showcased here than any of his earlier efforts, especially fifteen year old Steve Després (Antoine-Olivier Pilon) in one of the more ferocious performances of recent memory, an often violent and out-of-control kid with a severe case of attention deficit hyperactivity disorder (ADHD) in combination with Intermittent explosive disorder (IED), much of it spent institutionalized, aggravated by the death of his father, spending the last three years in a juvenile residential treatment facility.  Similar to Destin Cretton’s unsparing look at damaged teenage youth in Short Term 12 (2013), Dolan’s focus hones in on the teenager’s point of view, bringing the audience front and center into the daily turmoil of his existence, where it’s extremely rare for a film to feature such a socially isolated and combative teenager without a friend in the world, locked up behind bars, kept out of school, so completely dependent upon adult authority, eventually kicked out of the only kind of institutionalized setting he knows, inexplicably leaving him to fend for himself at home with his equally unrestrained mother, Diane, Anne Dorval, who gives another scorching performance, once having played Dolan’s mother in his highly acclaimed first film I Killed My Mother (J’ai Tué Ma Mère) (2009).     

The opening sequence adds a bit of science fiction allure, setting the film in the very near future when a new Canadian law makes it legal for parents to institutionalize their children for any sort of behavioral issue.  This is like a warning shot across the bow, addressing the unanswered ramifications of a lax society that simply doesn’t want to have to deal with aberrant social behavior, preferring to hide their problems behind the walls of prisons or psychiatric institutions.  Due to increasing pressure for schools and principals to measure success through statistical measurement, many of these borderline kids are being pushed out, where the schools don’t want them.  Nearly half (approximately 47 percent) of the youth in juvenile detention have a diagnosis of ADHD, where 32% of students living with ADHD drop out of high school, while 50% are suspended.  A recent series of articles investigating the harsh and often violent conditions of juvenile residential treatment facilities was written by The Chicago Tribune, Harsh Treatment - Chicago Tribune, revealing a common response to disruptive behavior is for attendants to administer “emergency” doses of powerful psychotropic drugs, with some facilities administering much higher doses than others, suggesting rules and procedures that are not uniform where we’re still at an early stage in understanding the societal impact. The article suggests there are some facilities where these kids come out more violent than when they went in, where the ADHD kids are at higher risk for incarceration, school failure, substance abuse and suicide.  Dolan’s alarmist view of adolescent institutionalization is reminiscent to the highly experimental electric shock treatments received in the 40’s by adult actress Frances Farmer (Jessica Lange) in FRANCES (1982), the involuntary lobotomy forced upon Jack Nicholson as McMurphy in ONE FLEW OVER THE CUCKOO’S NEST (1975), and Kubrick’s futuristic horror film A Clockwork Orange (1971), where it’s the government implementing a highly experimental brainwashing technique, supposedly eradicating the condition of societal violence through Pavlovian behavior conditioning, all films that depict a brash sense of fiercely defiant independence stuck in the hands of overcontrolling institutions that are designed to tame the wild and exuberant instincts out of humanity through psychotropic, sedative-like medications, making patients more manageable in an institutional setting. 

Diane Després (Dorval) has been widowed for three years, where her husband’s sudden death led to increasingly unmanageable behavior from her son Steve, causing her to send him to a residential treatment facility, but he’s been accused of setting fire to the cafeteria, where another young boy was seriously burned.  While the facility recommends sending him to a more restrictive juvenile detention center, Diane refuses to comply, believing his behavior would only grow worse under a harsher, prison-like environment and instead decides to bring him home.  This blisteringly intense drama is fueled by Pilon’s powerhouse performance (which can’t even be imagined in an era prior to Brando or James Dean), enhanced by what are arguably the two strongest female roles Dolan has ever written, where Dorval is an extension of her role in Dolan’s first film, but perhaps more confident and self-assured, where she has a sexual swagger about her, where she’s as audaciously aggressive and bold as her son, both hurling profane-laden invectives at one another in the dysfunctional family manner of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (1966), yet she’s also able to reel back the intensity when he grows overly violent, where her calmness is often due to sheer fright.  It’s during one of these overly combative episodes that she hides behind a locked door waiting for him to calm down, when suddenly it grows quiet on the other side of the door.  When she comes out, she’s surprised to find her son’s bleeding wounds being attended to by the neighbor’s wife across the street, Kyla (Suzanne Clément, equally superb), a shy and mousy figure with a noticeable stutter, a former high school teacher on a sabbatical, living quietly with her husband and young daughter, where her hesitant speech is reflective of an interior catastrophe that has left her emotionally traumatized, where her hypersensitivity is a perfect counter to Diana’s unhesitating brazenness.  Somehow the three click, where they bring out of each other a more perfect balance, where the sheer vitality of Steve’s manic energy seems to fill them all with a needed surge of uninhibited inner release.  Dolan expresses these cathartic moments with beautifully choreographed musical selections, including a 3-way dance to Céline Dion - On ne change pas - YouTube (3:45), becoming a ballet of interconnecting emotional spontaneity that literally captivates the viewer with spectacular cinematic force, like explosions of irrepressible joy that come out of nowhere and just as quickly dissipate into something else altogether.     

The indefinable and continuously shifting mental state of Steve is in a constant state of flux, unpredictable from moment to moment, yet what is undeniable is the unconstrained brashness of his emerging masculinity, where he has no sexual outlet, so his flirtatious manner is inappropriately expressed with his mother and Kyla, often crossing the line, but it’s also clear they both absolutely adore this kid and want the best for him, where love exists in a minefield of unanticipated accidents and even further setbacks, where he can frighten the hell out of them, sending them into a distressed panic, followed by moments of unsurpassed joy and exhilaration.  The audacity of the film, with its slo-mo shots, operatic use of 90’s music, and the sheer range of emotions, the tragedy, the hope and heartbreak, the shattering experiences that comprise the narrative storyline, where despite the bombastic melodrama that is like adrenaline racing through the veins, there are also more subtle, nuanced clues that exist in a quiet reverie of their own, fleeting images that have the capacity to affect the viewer, like Steve riding his skateboard wearing headphones as we hear Counting Crows “Colorblind,” Mommy Movie CLIP - Colorblind (2015) - Xavier Dolan Movie HD YouTube (1:25), where the music exudes a distinct feeling of alienated disconnection in this depiction of living in a world all his own, or a more euphoric sequence set to Oasis - Wonderwall - Official Video - YouTube (4:40) that opens with Steve literally opening the frame with his hands to widescreen, where he skateboards through the streets alongside Diane and Kyla on their bikes in a rush of momentary elation, or a dim, unlit moment standing in the middle of the road when Steve tries to pour out his heart to Kyla while she’s being called inside to dinner, both existing as if in another dimension, pulled from different directions, or a photograph in Kyla’s bedroom of herself and her son, who is never mentioned or referred to, but who is obviously the source of insurmountable loss in her life.  Defined by her selflessness and vulnerability, Kyla is the near-mute reincarnation of Giuletta Masina’s Chaplinesque Gelsomina in LA STRADA (1954), who bares her soul each and every day, somehow finding herself back at ground zero in another human catastrophe, where by putting out the fires they are only postponing the inevitable, as Steve is literally an accident waiting to explode—it’s only a matter of time.  A passion play of volatile emotions and combustible energy, the futuristic implications extending to society-at-large pervade throughout the entire film, casting a lengthening shadow over the whole glorious affair, creating an underlying layer of moral incertitude that will continually plague our contemporary existence.  The allure of Dolan’s film is the free-spirited message of tolerance and openness, where nothing is hid in the closet to fester and grow ugly, as political incorrectness exists throughout this film, as if intentionally placed, where human flaws are exposed as the bread and butter of life, as everyone is not dealt an even hand, but you live with what you’ve got.  This confounding and often messy affair is a throwback to the Cassavetes view of art, a modernistic and completely ahead-of-it’s-time credo that thrives on the beauty of individual expression, where dealing creatively with the complexities of life’s problems is accompanied by a liberating feeling of giddy exhilaration.  The torch has been passed.