With all due respect to IrishGirl’s friend. . .but if you came away from the movie believing the message was “people are racist” and then call out the movie for being as subtle as a blunderbuss, the fault lies NOT with the movie.
The fact that the movie was talking about race was overt. What it was saying wasn’t.
In some situations, people are racist. Sometimes they have to be. Sometimes things that appear racist, aren’t. Some things that don’t appear racist, are. Sometimes people are racist out of ignorance. Sometimes they’re racist out of fear. Sometimes they’re racist out of experience – and when the writer didn’t shy away from ideas like this last one, that is what made it a great movie.
Consider the scene in which Ryan Phillippe kills the black guy with the statue. Any movie can make you sympathize with that character. That’s easy. How many movies make you really empathize with him – and if not him, at least one of the other characters. (And why could it do that? Because, on top of its ideas, it was brilliantly written, directed, and acted but I digress.)
I don’t know. Maybe some of you never have to deal with race, or class. Maybe you’re never sitting at a red light at midnight with your wife in the car and you notice you’re next to a bus stop with 4 thugs in it. Maybe your ideas about class are so finely tuned so that if one of those guys walks up and taps on her window, you roll the window down because he’s probably just asking for directions.
Maybe you’ve never hired a contractor to do some yard work and had him send some guy who looks like a stone-cold junkie who thinks it would be nice to have access to your bathroom.
Maybe the dude in the park just standing there for the last two mornings, watching everyone get in their car and leave, is just out for a breath of fresh air.
Maybe you’ve never had to call the doctor’s office to check on a loved one, and had Denise answer instead of Shaniqua, or vice-versa.
Are any of these things DAILY occurences? Of course not, but they are the kinds of things you’re faced with living in America, and living in the city, and when I hear someone say that they think the movie was preachy, or liberal, or obvious, I really question how far their own thinking on the subject extends.
Mabye some people are fortunate enough to never have their fairy-tale Sociology 101 lessons actually butt up against their daily experience. Maybe some of them are so locked-in to their mindsets, that they really ignore their personal experiences. Maybe that came out with an unwillingness, or inability, to really let this movie effect them. This movie went way beyond “Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner” or “Grand Canyon”. Way beyond.
The worse part of the criticism is not from the right who think the film was preachy and liberal, but from the left who are comfortable with where we’ve arrived on the issue of race. Like that guy from the LA Times who called it the worst movie of the year.
(also, I don’t expect non-Americans to connect with this movie. That’s a whole different topic, though.)