Film: American Fiction
This evening, I headed to American Fiction! I saw the trailer a few times, and it looked excellent - a comedy in which an intelligent, well-educated black author realises that he can increase his sales by "ghetto-ising" himself, as that's what white audiences expect from black writers! Showing in my closest cinema. Not that the main listings site had any mention of it being in any Curzon, of course, when I looked.. but I do know to check them separately. Along with several others! Again, I headed to the Cote on St. Katharine Dock for food.
Ah, the service there really is sublime.. and this time, I had calamari for starter, because it's loverly. Steak frites again - I had the Sauvignon Blanc this time, though, which.. interestingly.. is cheaper than the Chardonnay. Anyway, they do them all as carafes - and their wine list is enduringly excellent. The madeleines I have become accustomed to for dessert were served warm, dusted with icing sugar.. what's not to love?!
And so to the cinema, where I had another glass of wine, but was too stuffed for a snack. I can recommend seat C1 in Screen 2 - it's not only on the aisle, but there are steps in front of it, so nobody blocks your view.
Well now, this is indeed a clever film. As it begins, we meet our protagonist teaching a bored class - one of whom takes offence to him writing the "n-word" on the board. (He's teaching a class on nineteenth-century literature, or something, and trying to make the point about how language has changed.) As he says to this (white) girl, if he can put up with it, she certainly can. Cue her flouncing out in tears. Strike one against the snowflakes..
All the scenes from the trailer are hilarious, as he deals with publishers and filmmakers, all of whom think his book, which he has deliberately written to be as trashy as possible, is the best thing since sliced bread. We get to hear a lot about why he write what he wrote. In fact, this is much less a comedy than I thought it would be - we actually spend most of the film dealing with his private life, meeting his family, his mother (who's losing her mind), his newly out-of-the-closet brother, and the girl across the road with whom he strikes up a new relationship.
I got tired of all the exposition, to be honest, until I realised that it had to be like that, or we'd just dismiss him as trite, money-grabbing, cynical - no, he's conflicted about his decision, but needs the money for medical care for his mother. It's wonderful, too, to have him meet another black author - already popular for writing the sort of book he despises - only to discover that they're not poles apart in their opinions. There's a lot of analysis of the black psyche - from the point of view of a black intellectual, part of a successful family. So yes, in fact, quite an insightful film - and not just for bashing people for liking trashy books. Hang on in there, too, for a variety of alternative endings..
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