One of my (many) frustrations with Blackkklansman was Spike using real, brutal footage of a woman's murder to close out the film, as if the point couldn't be made without it, and he opens this one with that. Then sort of splices in shots of real, dead, mutilated bodies throughout the movie when you're not expecting them. :( I get what he’s going for, but fuck it is just… not good. Sorry, I’m just truly not interested in seeing it.
This movie is carried on Delroy Lindo's back. And on Jonathan Majors' very jacked arms. It's always a little eye-rolly when movies insist on deeply incorporating Trump and Trump imagery in their films (and I feel VERY weird about the…