‘Moonlight’ Review: A Story Rarely Told, But Desperately Needed

Moonlight [Credit: A24]

They say hope comes in many forms. One of them is the arrival of Moonlight, a cinematic masterpiece, in the year of the Orlando shootings and the Trump presidency. It is a story rarely told but direly needed which focuses on LGBT people of color, and shatters black stereotypes. The ambitious sophomore effort of Miami-based director Barry Jenkins succeeds in crafting a vision of a fragmented individual in a fragmented narrative which surpasses the sum of its parts and asks universal questions for you and me: Who are you? What is masculinity? How does the past shape you?

Based on the loosely autobiographical play In Moonlight Black Boys Look Blue by Tarell Alvin McCraney, Barry Jenkins narrates a black man’s coming-of-age across three short chapters, over three distinct time periods. Growing up in a tough environment in Liberty City, Miami, Chiron has to face his own sexuality, poverty, inner city crime and find out how he can stay true to himself in a hostile world. Fittingly, in Greek mythology, Chiron is the gentlest of centaurs, a great healer who couldn’t help himself.

Moonlight [Credit: A24]
Chapter one shows Chiron “Little” (Alex Hibbert) as a 10-year-old, withdrawn and unable to connect with the world. He strikes up an unusual friendship with local pusher Juan (Mahershala Ali), a kind man who becomes Chiron’s father figure. We wonder why Juan cares so deeply about this kid until it is subtly established that Juan sees himself in his eyes: “At some point you gotta decide for yourself who you gon’ be”, he remarks, “can’t let no one make that decision for you.”

Tender moments like these are harshly contrasted by the reality of Chiron’s broken home and a neglectful mother (Naomie Harris) who looks for love in all the wrong places. He feels alienated from everyone but can’t quite put his finger on why that is. “Am I a faggot?” he asks Juan in a heartbreaking scene, and adds: “does my mother take drugs?” Several years pass and the second vignette shows teenage Chiron (Ashton Sanders), who has learned how to deny and suppress his sexuality, facing more adversity than ever. Trapped between a rock and a hard place, he has a sexual encounter with childhood friend Kevin (Jharrel Jerome) on South Beach. But then something cruel happens and he has to come to terms with the repercussions.

By the third act the little boy has morphed into the 25-year-old ‘Black’ (now played by ex-athlete Trevante Rhodes), living in Atlanta, a hardened man with a set of golden grills and a Cadillac reminiscent of the one Juan had. Everything he was he has now carefully stashed deep inside his six-pack and menacing façade. He’s “trapping” now. One night he gets a phone call from back home. It’s Kevin (André Holland), who hasn’t seen him in a decade. “Who is you Chiron?” he asks playfully, as the old friends reconcile.

Moonlight [Credit: A24]
To watch Moonlight is to bask in the audacity of its vision and the vividness of its characters. That’s partly because Jenkins and McCraney’s screenplay transcends clichés of ‘crackhead mother’ or ‘remorseless hustler’, and partly because of the fantastic cast. Reflecting on the early confrontations between Juan and Paula at the beginning of the movie, it becomes increasingly clear that both of them are simultaneously so right, and yet so very wrong. The same goes for ‘Black’ and Kevin in the car, the air charged between them with things unsaid. Each performance is spot-on and the casting choices for the main character rely less on physical semblance than on their expression, their charisma and chemistry.

To see this as just a black LGBT movie would do it a great disservice. Yes it’s a black gay story but just as sexuality is never an exhaustive characteristic of a person, it doesn’t stop here. Moonlight goes deeper and examines masculinity and toughness, real and found family, drug addiction and criminality. These realities coexist and don’t extinguish each other while the comparably concise storytelling stays exemplary enough to evoke a rich inner world where truths shine from between the lines and categories like ‘betrayal,’ ‘downfall,’ or ‘redemption’ are ridiculed. This is life.

Moonlight [Credit: A24]
Much of this is due to the wonderful dialogue. Black language and ghetto slang is a veritable art form in itself. It combines omittance with poetry, is at turns very harsh and outspoken, barely intelligible and menacing. I was instantly reminded of David Simon’s work in “The Wire” (especially Season 4 which surveils the damaged school system). Listening to the characters interact, we find ourselves in a mixture of strangeness and familiarity and know what is meant even if it’s left unsaid. A lesser movie would either slump into vagueness or hammer its point home.

In the moments in which Moonlight feels acutely sad and almost unbearable, it finds itself balanced by the hypnotic camera and Nicholas Brittel’s urgent soundtrack. Jenkins, whose first work Medicine for Melancholy was a desaturated, cool affair, steeps his second picture in visual lushness. Working with cinematographer James Laxton and colorist Alex Bickel, he creates a distinct vision of Miami as a ‘beautiful nightmare’ (Tarell). Omnipresent sunrays reflect off the characters’ faces, sculpting them, and prime colors such as greens and blues evoke the beauty of a Floridian summer. In this universe, Boris Gardiner’s “Every Nigger is a Star” blares confidently right next to Goodie Mob’s Southern evergreen “Cell Therapy” – which only makes sense in a movie that casts soul-android Janelle Monaé as a distant Atlantan relative.

Moonlight [Credit: A24]
Like all good art, Moonlight is incredibly observant, but it never feels intrusive. It treats its characters with respect, wit, and delicacy, teasing out micro-emotions and –epiphanies that other films struggle to grasp. It’s an utterly absorbing and purifying watch and a meditation on the power of love and acceptance. There has never been anything quite like it before. “Growing up, you’re told that being a black man, you have to be that much better than your counterparts,” says Trevante Rhodes, “You have to be stronger, more masculine and the most dominant force in the room at all times.” Let’s all hope these parameters disappear and bring us closer to our true selves, one picture at a time.

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