Fifty years ago this summer, an urban rebellion took place. One hundred and fifty-nine riots erupted in African American cities across the country. The civil unrest took place in cities like New York, Atlanta, Chicago, Birmingham, and Boston, to name a few. The worst riots that summer were in Newark, New Jersey, and Detroit, Michigan.
The movie “Detroit” attempts to capture the eponymous riot of 1967. “Detroit” shows how the past is present, or as novelist William Faulkner has said, “In fact, it’s not even past,” in terms of the killing of unarmed African American males, and the unflinching impunity bestowed to police officers by focusing on the brutal confrontation at the Algiers Motel the evening of the riot. While summer flicks are known fondly as “popcorn movie season,” the film “Detroit” is difficult to digest.
The dynamic duo, filmmaker Kathryn Bigelow and screenwriter Mark Boal, who brought us the 2008 Oscar winning action-filled war film “The Hurt Locker” has once again collaborated in transforming a real life event into high art with “Detroit.” However, with raw depictions of street violence, inexplicable scenes of an aggregation of law enforcement (Detroit police, Michigan state troopers, National Guardsmen, and private guards) descending on the Algiers Motel, and the constant images of the racial tropes “Detroit,” critics have rightly stated, is “disappointingly one-dimensional.” More vocal critics have posed this question: Who was the film’s intended viewing audience?
“Detroit” is “a movie for white people. For some white viewers, Bigelow’s film may invoke horror, even righteous anger. But with a white audience so firmly at its core, the images of violence in the film designed to be visceral, and in your face, expose and inspire outrage and disbelief, inspire nothing in me but pessimism and spiritual exhaustion.” Huffington Post senior culture writer Zeba Blay stated, “The violence isn’t shocking. It’s just sadly familiar, and that isn’t interesting or illuminating to me as a black viewer in 2017.”
I was also spent after viewing the film. My spouse left the theater shaking and crying conveying how demoralized she felt. Rev. Emmett Price, my co-commentator on our weekly Monday segment “ALL REVVED UP” on WGBH on Boston Public Radio stated, “It was two hours and 23 minutes of the muting, maiming, torturing, and murder of black bodies. That’s the movie.”
Because both Bigelow and Boal are white queries abound about cultural appropriation and exploitation, asking whether white artists can sensitively and appropriately depict black pain and oppression, Bigelow, knowing she didn’t have the cultural heft, asked herself that question, too. “I’m white, am I the right person to do it? I thought, ‘Am I the perfect person to tell this story? No,’” she told “Variety.” “However, I’m able to tell this story, and it’s been 50 years since it’s been told.”
With good intentions (and I convey without sarcasm) as a way to leverage her white privilege Bigelow wanted to expose today’s indiscriminate death sentence that black men (Michael Brown, Tamir Rice, Trayon Martin, Philando Castile, to name a few) encounter too often with white cops in 2017 that’s hauntingly similar to what black males encountered with white law enforcement officers five decades ago in the 1967 riot. Bigelow’s high hopes were that the film would spark our country’s needed dialogue on race; therefore, emphatically stating to “New York Times,” that ”To do-nothing was not an answer.”
Moreover, Bigelow felt given her filmmaking chops, and a top-notch all white crew, with one renown black consultant (Detroiter and scholar Michael Eric Dyson) she was equipped to tell the story, sadly she wasn’t. The balance between depicting the horrors of racism without valorizing or demeaning black trauma was eclipsed in “Detroit”, inviting an avalanche of African American movie and cultural critics to chime in.
New York Times critic, John Eligon, stated “Bigelow found herself engaging in another basic journalistic practice: immersing herself in unfamiliar lives and experiences, and trying to make sense of them.”
It’s too simplistic to say that stories of people of color should only be the province of people of color. A similar polemic was once expressed about Shakespearean plays having only white actors back in the day.
Bigelow’s problem, for me, is that she didn’t tell a good story, because she did not have the complete history of the riot, but told the story, nonetheless.
Perhaps, had Bigelow had access to John Hersey’s book “The Algiers Motel Incident”, which has police records, interviews from survivors, witnesses, and families of the slain men, she might have presented a better narrative.
Instead, Bigelow did what she does best, an auteur-driven film, displaying her vast cinematic skills to obfuscate her lack of knowledge and absence of a plausible narrative arc.
With graphic images of white barbaric cruelty inflicted on black bodies, the main character unquestionably is violence. The emotional arc of “Detriot” being black helplessness, the film evokes anger rather than thought, political action, and coalition building in this era of the “Black Lives Matter” movement. Bigelow not only fails at Screenplay 101, she tanked her efforts to make a difference.
How much of Bigelow’s passion to tell the story of the 1967 Detroit riot, especially in the way she did, was out of white privilege, white guilt, arrogance, or ignorance? I’ll leave it up to the viewer to decide.
“Detroit” is “a movie for white people. For some white viewers, Bigelow’s film may invoke horror, even righteous anger. But with a white audience so firmly at its core, the images of violence in the film designed to be visceral, and in your face, expose and inspire outrage and disbelief, inspire nothing in me but pessimism and spiritual exhaustion,” Huffington Post senior culture writer Zeba Blay stated,“The violence isn’t shocking. It’s just sadly familiar, and that isn’t interesting or illuminating to me as a black viewer in 2017.”