Blindspotting
An interesting take
On heightened gun violence and
Those left in its wake.
“Blindspotting” is a powerful movie-of-the-moment, a wholly original take on the rippling effects of gun violence in the current age we’re living in – and if it doesn’t crack the top 10 on your end of the year lists, then your list means nothing to me.
Let me start by saying that Daveed Diggs is a bona fide star in the making. His charisma is contagious. But of course, if you’ve heard anything he graces on the Hamilton OBCR, you already know this. He co-wrote and stars in “Blindspotting” with his old pal Rafael Casal, which is something I learned in preparation for writing this (I’m not going to sit here and pretend like I know every fucking thing about Daveed Diggs), and the result is something that feels as personal and auteuristic (sp?) as anything I’ve ever seen by the likes of Scorcese or Kubrick. From the Oakland backdrop to the rap influences permeating the script and soundtrack, it’s clear that Diggs and Casal had an unwavering vision when crafting this film. That’s arguably its greatest strength but also its greatest weakness – talk about a double-edged sword!
Now, I say that Diggs and Casal’s vision “Blindspotting” is its greatest strength because of its refreshing take on race, guns, violence and, well, gun violence. I thought it was really interesting how the shooting that Collin (Diggs) witnesses at the beginning of the movie is important to his psyche and obviously (hardly a SPOILER but) haunts him right up until the end of the movie, but the shooting itself is never central to the plot or moving the story forward. You’d expect it to be at the center of the movie, but it never felt like it was.
That being said, their unwavering vision is also its greatest flaw, as the movie could have benefited from a bit of vision-wavering at the end. I’m going to make this as spoiler-free as possible, but I will say that Collin does a bit of surreal-esque rapping that sort of-ish breaks the fourth wall in the most intense and otherwise completely realistic scene of the movie, and while of course the rapping was great, because as I’ve established, Daveed Diggs is the fucking man, the rap completely took me out of the moment. I get what they were trying to do, and I appreciate them sticking to their guns and seeing their vision all the way through – but the rapping just did absolutely nothing for me. It completely dismantles the tension that the rest of the movie worked so hard to build. I was on the edge of my seat, nay hovering, only to fall back on my ass as all the apprehension was completely sucked out of the moment.
But despite an underwhelming ending, “Blindspotting” is not a movie to overlook as you begin to play catch up with all the movies you missed this year. I can’t believe I missed it in theaters. I would have loved to see it as nature intended: in a theater, in Oakland, with my new pal Daveed Diggs by my side, or at least somewhere in the same zip code.