Moonlight ★★★★½

The Letterboxd Era Catch Up 2: The Last Stand

I wouldn't normally be seen dead giving the oxygen of publicity to someone as dreadful as Camilla Long, a woman who will sink to unplumbed depths of stupidity in the search for attention. But as I'm just some plank on a website nobody's heard of, she won't be getting much of it anyway, so fuck it.

It just really irks me that so much of the critical discussion of Moonlight here in the UK (hopefully the useless turd is completely unknown in other areas of the world although America likes our useless turds so who knows) has centred around her staggeringly idiotic review for The Times, so full of her desperately clinging to white privilege and totally missing the point.

I'm not gay. I'm not black. I had a stable familial upbringing. I went to grammar school and university. I have never wrestled with my sexuality. I wasn't hounded and bullied through years and years of school. So in theory, I should be one of the people watching Moonlight that Long feels should not get anything from it.

But I refuse to believe that anybody watching this film couldn't come away from it at least empathising with the struggles and lives being portrayed here. It's just basic, human experience and emotion. Then again, we're talking about Camilla Long here, so while I'm not surprised that she would complete lack the latter, it's still irritating beyond words that it led to debates and counter-reviews and defences of her review and her opinion to speak her mind.

Once again, the spotlight was snatched away from people that deserve it and appropriated it by someone who has never done a single thing to earn it. Fuck off, Camilla Long. You are shit.

The irony is now, of course, that I'm probably going to spend less time talking about Moonlight than I did about her so I guess she did it again. That's more to do with the fact that I don't regard my voice as being at all important or relevant when it comes to this brilliant film, and I certainly don't, on this occasion, feel all that comfortable applying my usual criteria of 'did it entertain me?' to the reams of marvellous reviews about it on Letterboxd.

I did fear that it would bore me when I approached it, as I much prefer my coming-of-age exposure to be mostly comedic. But I was completely gripped and overcome with admiration for it from its attention-grabbing start to its poignant and rightly understated finish. I also can barely remember a film that was so perfectly acted by everyone involved right the way through, even more remarkable from a largely inexperienced cast. Mahershala Ali and Ashton Sanders especially should be, if there's any justice in the world, absolute giants in the acting world before very long.

Imagine going to see A Cure for Wellness at the cinema instead of this. Block me now.