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Upon watching the very fine trailer for American Fiction, one could be forgiven for concluding that the film is “only” a satirical look at modern racial and cultural norms about the “black experience” in America. Something like 1987’s excellent Hollywood Shuffle may come to mind.
While American Fiction resoundingly, unquestionably succeeds in that examination, what the trailer doesn’t reveal is how much more there is to this film beyond that aspect.
Instead, the film is also fundamentally about family and the dynamics of a wide variety of interpersonal relationships, with the character of writer Thelonious “Monk” Ellison, played by the superb Jeffrey Wright, serving as the hub.
Impressive from the opening scene, in which an entitled, progressive, white college student named Brittany takes Professor Ellison to task for writing the title of a particular Flannery O’Connor short story on the class whiteboard, the film certainly highlights Monk’s frustrations with the world around him to hilarious effect.
That introductory conversation sets the tone for what’s to come, as Monk explains (in vain) that any examination of Southern literature of that time must necessarily include language and ideas that many contemporary students may find heinous. After a bitingly funny exchange, Brittany leaves class and presumably complains, leading to a disciplinary hearing of sorts—with three white colleagues—that leads to an involuntary leave of absence.
This sequence tracks much of what we see in the rest of the film: self-anointed benevolent, “enlightened” white people (usually liberal white women) unwittingly and condescendingly dictating the boundaries of racial and cultural questions to Monk (and, later, to Issa Rae’s Sintara Golden).
Perhaps the sharpest example is a scene toward the end, in which fellow literary award judge Ailene Hoover (Jenn Harris), who has recently explained how important it is to “listen to black voices,” joins two other white judges in dismissing the objections of Monk and Sintara in naming the book Fuck as the award winner.
Fuck, of course, is the mockery of a novel that Monk secretly writes out of frustration with white elites and publishing houses that only seem to be interested in flat, stereotypical characterizations of black people. Monk’s anger sparks retaliatory creativity after witnessing the acclaim for Golden’s runaway bestseller We’s Lives in da Ghetto. This disdain leads him to write Fuck, originally titled My Pafology.
Even when Monk pushes boundaries to absurd lengths in an effort to sabotage the Fuck “monster” he’s created, his upping of the satirical ante only makes “woke” white literary and film executives more desirous of the story, tripping over one another to throw money at his alter ego, “Stagg R. Leigh.”
While all of the above is sublimely executed, none of it could be classified as “unexpected,” based on the trailer’s apparent central premise. What was unexpected—delightfully so—is American Fiction’s exploration of Monk, his family, and his relationships with them and others in his life.
Let’s All Make Fun of Tom’s Brackets (2024 Edition)
After a brief moment of glory derived from my championship-winning 2021 bracket, I returned to (poor) form in 2022. In fact, my 2022 bracket was evidently bad enough that I decided not even to post my 2023 bracket.
That 2022 edition was wholly consistent with my futility in 2011, 2013, 2016, 2017, 2018, and 2019. I now return to this woefully neglected blog and take a brief respite from my intermittent movie reviews to post the disaster-in-the-making that is my 2024 NCAA Tournament prediction.
As you can see by the helpful color-coding below, I endured a thoroughly mediocre first day, already losing one of my Elite 8 teams (Kentucky). The odd thing is, I had zero faith in Kentucky, given their recent tournament struggles. I was actually more surprised that Dayton won than I was that Kentucky lost.
Yet, for some reason, I picked the Wildcats to go to the Elite 8. Such is the mystery of the mind(?) of Tom Garrett.
Here, now, is my 40th-percentile-level prognostication:
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