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Watch local and national programs from anywhere at anytime. That delusion deserves a lengthy, in-depth essay, but a movie column must provide a portion of it through this week’s contrasting releases: Hollywood’s black feminist comedy Girls Trip and the independent art film Bronx Gothic. Okpokwasili turns herself into an African pain fetish, a mobile sculpture to remind the audience that her advance symbolizes their misery. Girls Trip Is Fun, Freeing.
These two films illustrate the crisis of black consciousness post-Obama. Putting the two side by side gives us the Obama conundrum. Do Americans still believe in personal satisfaction as a reward for work and struggle, or have they given it up for progressive activism? In these movies, the issue comes down to cinematic pleasure and its discontents. American commitment to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. There’s no happiness in Okpokwasili’s worldview.
American life as miserable, a cause for complaint and protest — the social activities that make left-wing politicians feel electable and journalists feel powerful. Okpokwasili, a tall, thin dancer-singer, jerks herself in sweaty, hebephrenic outbursts. Okpokwasili on tour and shows art-house audiences relishing her self-flagellating routine: the blacks in shock, the whites in tears. Okpokwasili turns herself into an African pain fetish. If there is any fairness in the newly politicized Motion Picture Academy, Tiffany Haddish’s friendly, obstreperous Dina will be an Oscar front-runner. When Okpokwasili’s parents, Nigerian immigrants, appear late in the film, they watch a video of their daughter’s act.
You know dancing is different. It follows the usual pattern of Hollywood’s imprisoning blacks within the limits of white liberal imagination. Okpokwasili refuses pleasure and release in dance. Instead, she builds her own prison — based on the template of white racism — in order to win approval from the mainstream media, the art world, and — who knows? National Endowment for the Humanities. One of this performance-art documentary’s low points occurs when Rossi intercuts news video — predictable, button-pushing montages of the Walter Scott and Eric Garner deaths.