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‘Selma’ (2014): Review

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Directed by: Ava DuVernay || Produced by: Dede Gardner, Jeremy Kleiner, Christian Colson, Oprah Winfrey

Screenplay by: Paul Webb || Starring: David Oyelowo, Tom Wilkinson, Carmen Ejogo, Tim Roth, Oprah Winfrey, Giovanni Ribisi, Keith Stanfield, Alessandro Nivola, Andre Holland, Wendell Pierce

Music by: Jason Moran || Cinematography: Bradford Young || Edited by: Spencer Averick || Country: United States || Language: English

Running Time: 127 minutes

Making the rounds as 2014’s Oscar-contender for the annual overrated “racial/sexual/ ethnic/religious/(insert oppressed demographic here)-drama” is Ava DuVernay’s Selma, which dramatizes the events of the American civil rights movement up to and immediately following the 1965 Selma, Alabama voting rights marches primarily led and organized by Martin Luther King, Jr. While the film’s poster and marketing make ample use of MLK’s iconic stature in American culture, the actual focus of the film is quite broad and encompasses the overarching philosophy of the African-American civil rights movement as a whole, including its numerous key supporters beyond MLK. The film’s thematic scope covers the numerous critics and rivals of the movement within and without the black community at the time, including numerous student-led groups, J. Edgar Hoover’s FBI, and even a brief “cameo”-appearance by Malcolm X (Nigel Thatch) himself.

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MLK (David Oyelowo, right) chats it up with LBJ (Tom Wilkinson, left) about racism and stuff.

This “bigger picture”-approach of Selma is something for which I applaud DuVernay simply on ambition and novel avoidance of cliche alone. This film very well could’ve been another 42 (2013)-clone coming out of the Hollywood factory of overly shallow, over-commercialized racial-triumph dramas that attempt to mask their formulaic storytelling  with sociopolitical “edginess.” This film is certainly a step or two above a 42 or similarly hamfisted social commentaries like Crash (2004), Glory (1989), or any of Spike Lee’s more recent pictures, and neither is it yet another tiresome biopic that goes on forever.

That being said, Selma’s more sensible narrative structure and broader character study still come with plenty of the preachy, heavy-handed social commentary that plagues most of Hollywood and independent American cinema’s more sociologically-minded pictures. Numerous times throughout the movie, the story comes to a complete halt to directly address a minor supporting character (a not-so-subtle placeholder for the audience) and spell everything out for those of us beyond the fourth-wall. Whether it’s MLK (David Oyelowo) pleading a reluctant, wishy-washy Lyndon B. Johnson (Tom Wilkinson) to get off his lazy partisan-politician ass and provide enforcement for his own citizens’ voting rights, or another Selma-march coordinator calmly advising a younger member of the consequences of violent retaliation amidst the chaos of brutal white-on-black crime, it’s very clear every time DuVernay wants to a make statement about just how far we remain from MLK’s ideals in 2014. And she keeps making that statement. Repeatedly. We get it.

Supporters of the social applicability of this movie in light of recent events may find some convoluted way to justify this, but much of this painfully forced, hamfisted social commentary in these demographic-oppression films becomes tiresome for me. Over and over again I repeat on this blog that the purpose, the inherent strength of cinema, is showing things rather than telling them, and when much of a film’s thematic “point” is built around these stilted, awkward exchanges of dialogue that grinds the story to a halt and essentially starts lecturing the audience, I begin to lose interest and take the movie less seriously as a result. You don’t need to spell everything out for the audience!

To that end, despite the film’s admirable ambition and wide thematic lens, some of the stereotypical story elements of lame civil rights dramas inevitably creep into MLK’s arc when the story focuses explicitely on him. What I mean by this is that much of MLK’s progression becomes painfully formulaic: Character confronts racism, character fights racism and rallies support around him, character withstands a lot of racism (including violence and threats) and has temporary doubts, character receives inspirational pep-talk from supporting characters, character regains confidence and then eventually triumphs over said racism. Cue the feels. Sigh….

That being said, Selma boasts many strengths, including but not limited to its critical depictions of racism, resistance, and perseverance that we can see and feel rather than listen to. The film’s Bloody Sunday setpiece captures police brutality in disturbing and violently intimate detail. MLK’s final speech at the Montgomery courthouse as the film lists the future details of its key figures against rousing music is a great, emotionally resonant sequence. The power in each of these scenes comes not from actors’ words but the way DuVernay captures and frames the actors saying them and the crowd around them. Though somewhat superfluous to the greater narrative, similar commendable reliance on visuals over the spoken word can been seen in the film’s more intimate moments between MLK and his family and friends, specifically his wife, Coretta Scott King (Carmen Ejogo).

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Will the real Martin Luther King please stand up?

All in all, Selma is a broadly focused ensemble piece that is at its best when it’s sampling various interrelated elements of the civil rights era, but not spoon-feeding its thematic message to its viewers. My major complaints with the film have to do with its non-infrequent instances of preachy dialogue and its habit of lecturing or talking down to its audience. The performances themselves are all fine across the board, but nothing here seems particularly award-worthy to me. The pacing is decent but the film does occasionally drag. Altogether there’s very little about Selma that’s bad beyond its occasional hamfisted social commentary, but then again there’s not a whole lot that’s extraordinary about it either, if anything. Selma is no half-assed Jackie Robinson-biopic, but it sure as shit ain’t no Do the Right Thing (1989) or 12 Years a Slave (2013), and certainly no Malcolm X (1992).

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SUMMARY & RECOMMENDATION: Ava DuVernay is a noticeably better director than Paul Webb is a screenwriter, as she executes the film’s two or three most important scenes with great precision and attention to visceral detail. The 16th Street Baptist Church bombing is brief but particularly stunning. She also uses parallel editing at several key build-up moments to keep the film’s pacing afloat despite numerous slowdowns. Oyelowo, Wilkinson, Ejogo, Tim Roth, and Oprah Winfrey(!) all do good jobs as MLK, LBJ, Coretta Scott King, Alabama Governor George Wallace, and 1960’s Oprah Winfrey, respectively. This is a solid cast.

However… Selma gets a little too self-righteous and blunt for its own good, though given the subject matter and recent events that’s understandable. Their chemistry is nice but I don’t really care about MLK’s marital infidelity against Coretta, and his particular character arc is disappointingly formulaic.

—> ON THE FENCE

? The best part of this movie is when Oprah punches Sheriff Jim Clark in the face. Booooom!

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