colors! poses! diagonals!
I want to say something to this film's young queer fans. (Buckle up, 'cause this will be long and full of links.)
I see you. Your love for this movie is valid. Never before in history has a movie with an openly queer protagonist played on 3000 screens in the US, let alone grossed over half a billion dollars internationally—that we've gotten this far is momentous and worth celebrating. I see your admiration for Freddie and his artistry; I'm just…
The reason Green Book works on some people—other than the fact that not everyone knows/cares about its self-serving bastardization of history—is that it's a skillful feat of misdirection.
Imagine this: a guy wants to make a movie about his father, a rascally, larger-than-life working-class Bronx type. He wants to dramatize one of the old man's irresistible tall tales, and he sensibly opts for the one with self-evident cinematic potential; the time his father's life intersected with that of an important…