ScreeningNotes’s review published on Letterboxd:
Seminal cinematic classic wherein black people need white people to save them from their own exotic/erotic appeal and women make false rape accusations to excuse themselves from their overabundance of uncontrollable feelings. If you never really understand a person until you consider things from his point of view, how come we never get a chance to see things from Bob Ewell's point of view? He might be a racist, but he's still human. That would be real equality.
Just kidding, it's good or whatever.