Kathryn Bigelow is a superstar, if she isn’t, she very much deserves to be.
I knew from the beginning of this challenge that one of the films that I wanted to write about would be one of her films, and at first, I wanted it to be Near Dark but I currently have no real access to it. It’s not streaming or available to purchase, so decided to watch Detroit since I stupidly missed out on it last year.
This is far from an easy movie to watch, and it definitely shouldn’t be. It’s angry and constantly leaves you questioning on what is wrong with the world. There shouldn’t be this sort of tension, for anybody.
The cast is at the top of their game. They are great actors, but the film is more interested in the events, and less of the people in a way. We never truly get inside any of the minds of the characters, so we don’t have a real connection to the events other than the fact that we are still human, and they are disgustingly terrible. That being said, we have John Boyega attempting to be the hero that the men tragically terrorized in the Algiers Motel desperately need and we have William Poulter who plays one of the biggest villains of any year. And that’s partially due to the fact that it’s real, and that this happens daily, still over 50 years later. There is still a lot of police brutality, and it comes to a point where it’s no longer surprising. It is that common and current, that most just respond with an “again?” as opposed to actual shock.
The film was written by Mark Boal, which mark their third collaboration together (following The Hurt Locker, and Zero Dark Thirty) and it feels like a spiritual trilogy between them all. All based or inspired by real events, and all of them extremely suspenseful and tense. The film uses pictures from the past, and footage from the riots and it inter cuts it into the film to make you see that nothing has changed.
The film runs just a bit over two hours, but you never feel the length. You are praying and hoping that everything turns out well just like everybody who was forced to hold onto that wall. But does it, does it ever?
Detroit makes you angry, and it begs you for change, even