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REVOLUTIONARYAFRICAN TRUTH

EXPRESSLY FOR RADICAL INTELLECTUALS WHO SEEK KNOWLEDGE
   (*******WARNING: HAZARDOUS TO NEOCON DELUSION*******)

BELABORING “BELOVED” 



There is so much about this movie that I love. There is so much more about it that I
hate. What I hate most is that it falls so very short of such a very wonderful book.
Please read Beloved by Toni Morrison today. Only then can you relate to the sacred
place it holds in so many hearts. And, only then can you appreciate the great disgust
that the film caused in so many of our eyes.

The acting in this film was superior overall. As always, Kimberly Elise was
magical. Oprah Winfrey and Danny Glover also gave typically solid performances.
The sets and costumes were beautiful and magnificent. The lighting and special
effects were first rate. But, nothing is as important to the success of any film as the
direction and personality of its central character. Therein lies the curse upon
“Beloved”.

Thandie Newton is a superior actress. It is legendarily shameful that she was so
misdirected in this film. She deserves and is capable of a far better performance. 

In the book, Morrison took generations of African female pain and wove them into
a haunting tale as multifaceted and complex as a patchwork quilt. Oprah and her
crew took that quilt and shredded it into a confusing pile of pretty rags. What was
haunting became annoying. What was tragic became comical. What was profound
became inane.

In the book, Beloved is the incarnation of a wounded soul on a healing mission.
In the film, she is the incarnation of a black female “Beetlejuice” on a crack high.  
This is not the first time a classic black literary gem has been destroyed on film.
And, it is probably not the last.

Hollywood’s films routinely destroy the powerful afrocentric realities of authors’
creations. Recall “Native Son”. Bigger Thomas was a neurotic dunce rather than a
tortured victim. Recall “The Color Purple”. Celie and Shug were two freaky friends
who engaged in a one-night stand, rather than spiritually connected lovers and
lifetime spouses. Recall “X”. Malcolm was more naive local hero than visionary
global Pan-Africanist.

Even by comparison to the above Hollywood hatchet jobs, “Beloved” is uniquely
flawed. This film may even have been cursed by the bad karma that preceded its
making: Actress Akousa Busia wrote the original screenplay. Oprah bought it for a
paltry fee. Only after a quickly won lawsuit was Oprah forced to return Busia’s
name to her screenplay. Perhaps that legal victory can only be viewed now as a
libelous  association with a wretched work.

Oprah’s artistic amnesia seems to recur in a beautiful coffee table book titled
Journey to Beloved. This book includes breathtaking photography by Ken Regan.
Curiously, it does not include a single reference to Busia.

I wanted so much to love this film as I love the book. That is impossible.
They are just too incredibly different; in ways that degrade this classic novel as
deeply as they destroy this film. And, that saddens me incredibly.




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