Mudbound: A Movie Review That Became Something Quite Different
Mudbound is an harrowing epic piece of American filmmaking by director, Dee Rees. Beautifully shot by cinematographer, Rachel Morrison, while being very stressful to experience, the passion of all who made this powerful film is stained on to each and every frame of film, much like the mud and the dirt that is caked onto the skin and shoes of these farmers. Based on the novel by Hillary Jordan, with a screenplay by Virgil Williams, this film is solidly told and crafted with elegance, love, frustration, anger, and pain (take note of all the females at the top of this film’s power structure, it’s impressive and should be applauded – as it was at the NYFF).
It’s a complicated tale of two families, of two sons: one black and one white, coming back to the farmland of Mississippi, to find that they have a new war to fight and struggle against in the segregated and cruel South. The story is upsetting and deeply disturbing, steeped in the violent racism of America. There is goodness and devotion but so much anxiety layered on even the kindest of moments. One starts to watch the corners of each exquisitely filmed scenes, especially in the more compassionate moments, waiting and staying alert for the expected hatred and violence to rise its ugly white-supremist head and destroy all of the love and kindness on display. (for the full review, click here)