A film about race and class, dominated by rich white actors
There was no rhythm to this film. The cast didn't gel. The movie never got its groove on, even though individual performances were wonderful. (Harry Lennix and Anna Deveare Smith were brilliantly self-contained.) It felt like a series of monologues, not a cohesive film.
Perhaps an American should have played the main role, or at least someone with closer connections to the pain of race in America. Hopkins seemed way too far removed.
I believe that a good actor can transcend race, class, ethnicity. A good actor can play a character with whom they personally have very little in common. But for some reason, in this case, that leap didn't happen.
Why didn't they cast a very light-skinnned brotha? Why cast whites to play other races when there are plenty of quality "non-white" actors out there? I suppose that Hopkins' name would guarantee sales.
This was a film about race and class, dominated by rich white actors. Unfotunately, it showed.