42 :: a review of sorts


After finally seeing 42, I walked way with mixed feelings that are more accurately expressed in this NPR article: When Audiences Go To The Movies Out Of Moral Obligation

However, …

42 was amazing for what it meant and what it pulled off. It was reassuring seeing someone I only heard about, read about, gracing the screen and being represented; someone that truly hit close to home. I teared up out of joy as the Kansas City Monarchs came into play and when Pee Wee Reese of the Dodgers slung his arm around Jackie Robinson I nearly balled.

42 produced powerful moments, but in-between these stunning visuals, I was left wanting more. Harrison Ford playing Branch Rickey came off too preachy and singsongy. Likewise, there didn’t seem to be much of a story arch. There was a beginning, a definite middle, and then the credits rolled; the finished product barely scratched the surface. Some walked out of the theater. Others clapped and hollered every time Chadwick Boseman – personifying Jackie Robinson – crossed home plate…

I love the movies, and as I said before, it was great seeing my parents’ and grandparents’ generation’s hero come up to the plate in such a grand, Hollywood-produced style (pun intended). It wasn’t the best movie I’ve seen in a while, but it served it’s purpose, the black community, and hopefully because of it, more and better crafted films will come from it.


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