Moonlight

Watched Moonlight with my wife Saturday night.

Scrolling through Plex she selected the new version of Independence Day and within seconds I said, playfully mind you, “this looks so terrible.” I meant to intimate that the movie would be so bad it would be good. This is the experience we had watching San Andreas with The Rock. The copious amount of cheesiness leads to insulting the movie so much that the experience itself becomes enjoyable. My wife had a great line from San Andreas for the young girl in the movie: “her breasts had so much screen time they deserved to roll in the credits at the end.”

Leave it to Youtube:

We ended up switching.

Onto Moonlight.

I was hesitant to watch the movie after seeing Manchester By The Sea because that movie was so sad and I sensed the emotional toll involved in Moonlight.

And I was correct to.

Moonlight is disturbingly powerful in the most spartan way; from the score to the performances and direction, nothing is over the top or chewing up scenery because the story is so good and the themes so elemental: poverty, violence, sexuality, addiction.

To wit, Best Supporting Actor Winner Mahershala Ali is only in the first act but his last scene is so incredible, he couldn’t be denied. The score is so sparse and haunting, it alone will give you chills.

The ending though…it feels like you are reaching a pinnacle and the screen goes black and credits roll. Cut off. From what though?

See Moonlight. Be prepared.