you must not be LGBT because my point went over your head.
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For what is worth, the woman who played Sarah Jane in the 59 version was half Mexican. Her mother was actually a famous Mexican actress who died recently: Lupita Tovar
No disrespect to the writer, however as someone who studied James Baldwin in a LBGT Lit class, the pink washing of his sexuality in all the coverage of the film is... just so last century as well as dishonest.
Girl, you good. I did the casket scene as a monologue when I had an audition for a community theater production. The director and the other people trying out looked at me like I was crazy. Didn’t get the part, but I had fun trolling those community theater snobs.
I also like the 1959 version, b/c of its emotion and sharp color. I plan on clicking the link for the 1934 version, to watch it in comparison. Then hopefully I can understand if the reason why I liked the ‘59 version is the one mentioned in this article.
I’ve seen both but never realized that the remake included a white replacement instead of a biracial actress. The remake is better, though, for other reasons. Namely that in the remake the white mother and daughter don’t fall in love with the same sleazy man.
“But in a matter of 25 years, Hollywood had regressed and opted for even more whiteness.”
Overall, your point is a fair one, though I too object to Jamie Foxx’s performance as just “a singer who uses heroin.” The Ray Charles narrative includes that, of course, but so much more, both positive and negative, and Foxx did an incredible job encapsulating him.
I think the scene with the casket might be among the hardest things I’ve ever watched.
You make a very good point with this list. I do take except to “2004 - Jamie Foxx - a singer who uses heroin”. He won for playing Ray Charles, not just some “singer who uses heroin”, which is very reductive and diminishes both men’s accomplishments.
Came here to say the same thing. Clover is brilliant.
A Raisin In The Sun is one of my favorite movies.
The 1959 one has that incredible funeral scene with Mahalia Jackson singing, oh it makes me weep. Also love Douglas Sirk.
With all the justified criticism of the 1959 film, I must confess it reduces me to a puddle. When Juanita Moore goes to say goodbye to her daughter in that sleazy strip club? Oh my. Can’t wait to see I Am Not Your Negro.
That’s bullshit (partially, anyway); he and Trump are cut from the same cloth. “I am who I am and consider myself so important that I refuse to be held by any constraints. Fuck the rules, civility or Standard Operating Procedure.” That’s the attitude that gave us Trump and West.
He was VERY welcome. He was feted and everyone in the fashion world in America and Europe gave him love and even helped him when he was learning the business. (look it up, it was only a few years ago, there are stories on Jez somewhere about it, too)
Because it’s a business. And the idea is to revitalize and support American fashion in New York City. With the idea being to keep it alive as a manufacturing and design hub, instead of completely dying off.