Thursday, August 1, 2013

Fruitvale Station

“A black sheriff???” “Hey! It worked in Blazing Saddles!” After their initial astonishment, the good people of Sherwood finally agreed that having a black sheriff wasn’t that radical of an idea after all. Well soon people will also begin questioning the concept of black actors. “A black actor???” I’m serious, in 10-15 years when Morgan Freeman, Denzel Washington, and Vin Diesel (we had the racial draft and we claimed him as black) are all dead; who will we have left? Idris Elba is British, so that means he drinks every night and at best he sees 70 years of age because of it. I like Columbus Short from The Losers but his agent sucks and he’s stuck doing Stomp The Yard 2; and little Will Smith is just as annoying as his dad was when he was young, so that’s almost a lost cause. I know I’ve complained about the lack of black talent in Hollywood before but man, it seems to get worst by the day! Maybe there’s hope in Michael B. Jordan; you may have noticed him in the found footage thriller Chronicle. He stars in Fruitvale Station, which is the story of Oscar Grant’s last night on Earth.

Ryan Coogler, who wrote and directed this moving film, surrounded himself with some wonderful talent in the form of Forrest Whittaker(producer), Rachel Morrison (cinematographer), and Oscar winner Octavia Spencer. Morrison was the cinematographer for Sound of My Voice, one of my favorites from last year, and she brings that clean and crisp feel this picture as well. Coogler doesn’t try and do too much in his first feature film, outside of the little trick he does with cell phone conversation or texts, he for the most part shoots it straight and lets the story tell itself. Part of what worries you about these films is that they try too hard to make the central figure a martyr so to speak, by over exaggerating how good of a person they really were. So they force in these sappy scenes which are a stretch to say the least. But Coogler does an excellent job of showing you how Grant is at a crossroads in his life on this fateful day which doubles as New Year’s Eve and his mother’s birthday. He for the most part is good person who goes out of his way to help others and looks after his family and you can see where he got these qualities from in his day to day interactions with his mother and his grandmother. But he is also a product of his surroundings which is ghetto Oakland; leading to some questionable friends and eventually his drug dealing conviction which landed him in jail at one point.

The movie focuses on the last day Grant was alive and right off the bat through the eyes of a camera phone it shows you how he was shot by an officer while being detained. It’s a rather chilling beginning to the movie but strangely enough, knowing how the movie ends doesn’t in any way take away from the tension and building sadness that is sure to come. Earlier I alluded to the fact that Coogler doesn’t try to make Grant more than what he was and this is shown in the first scene with him and his girlfriend Sophina. They are arguing over the fact that she caught him cheating on her at some point earlier than where we meet them but you can see that he is sincere about his desire to change for the better for both her and their daughter. And as the day goes on you see him at times being the good friend and father that he can be and then at other times you see the street coming out in him. Everything that happens to him that day plays a factor in how he winds up being detained by the cops at the end of the movie and this is key when you are filming a “day in the life” story. You have to make everything relevant otherwise it quickly becomes clear that you are wasting the viewer's time.


Michael B. Jordan’s acting is key to this film working. Because he brings such a strong and almost understated performance, every scene he has with Sophina, his daughter, and especially his mother (Octavia Spencer) just pulls at your heart strings. Speaking of Spencer, she is great as well, especially in a scene where she is administering tough love to her son. Without saying a word and more importantly without over doing it, you can see in her demeanor alone how it’s killing her but at the same time she knows it’s necessary. Thankfully she does a better job than John Lithgow did at the end of Harry and the Hendersons “Goodbye, my friend”. 

By the end of the movie there literally wasn’t a dry eye in the house, men AND women were crying. Hopefully Jordan hooks up with the Ari Gold of Hollywood and continues to get good roles as he clearly deserves them. I rate this movie as really FRESH and suggest you go see it.

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