Films that make you laugh, then make you feel uncomfortable that you’re laughing, then stun you into silence all within a few minutes must surely be doing something right.
BlacKkKlansman is a masterclass in doing just that.
That’s not to say that it’s a master*piece*, but it’s not far off that either. What held it back from being that good was a couple of occasions where Spike Lee might be accused of ‘stating the bleedin’ obvious’ after he had spent a couple of scenes cannily drawing parallels between the America of the 1970s and the country as it is in 2018. The set up was so exquisitely done in the first instance, that the “well that’s never going to happen” conversation might just as well have been delivered directly to camera with a knowing wink. And although Laura Harrier is undeniably great as student union leader Patrice, that relationship did leave a bit of an icky feeling – not only was she not in possession of all the facts when she embarked on the romance, she was downright lied to. I understand why, but as that character is a fictional invention added in to the ‘based on a true story’ origins of the script, it didn’t sit too easily.
Beyond that though, this is Spike Lee in top form, and he is perhaps the perfect person to tell this story. The anger driving the narrative is couched in comedic touches, drawing the audience in, until just the moments when we need to be horrified to appreciate the anger. The juxtaposition of the ‘white power/black power’ scene is outstanding (and the casting of one character perfect).
There has been much discussion as to the ending. For what it’s worth, my opinion is that what Lee did is entirely justified and correct. An audience member in front of me was actively laughing with glee and clapping at the telephone scene towards the end, and was suddenly stunned into silence. A reminder to us all that as we go about our privileged lives, someone, somewhere, is fighting against injustice. Perhaps we need to be with them instead of clapping along from the sidelines.