SINNERS

Directing: B+
Acting: A-
Writing: A-
Cinematography: B+
Editing: B
Special Effects: B-

Apparently I’m a White guy who just doesn’t get it. Or at least, I didn’t at first. The deeply allegorical nature of Sinners had to be spelled out to me. A friend spelled it out, in a way that made it click for me: this is an allegory about the vampiric nature of White communities, and how they appropriate other cultures, specifically Black culture.

It’s also much more nuanced than that, of course. The line that has stayed with me perhaps the most vividly is when a vampire who has been frozen in youth for decades approaches an old man, a man who is near the end of a decades-long career singing the blues, and offers him eternal life as an alternative to dying of old age. The blues singer, actually a key character from the film just much later in life, replies: “I think I’ve seen enough of this place.” Someone in the theater shouted at the screen: “No kidding!”

Most of the action in Sinners takes place over the course of a single day, the exciting stuff deep into the film, when twins Smoke and Stack (both played by Michael B. Jordan) mount the opening night of a barn converted into a juke joint in 1930s Mississippi. It may be a surprise to learn that I kept thinking about Jurassic Park, which follows a very similar narrative arc: the solid first half is nothing but setup, the second half nothing but thrilling payoff. Indeed, very little of consequence seems to be happening in the first half of Sinners, in which we spend a lot of time getting introduced to characters and learning back stories. Most notable among them are those of Smoke and Stack, who have returned after seven years in Chicago—which turned out not to be the bastion of Black freedom it was cracked up to be. “Might as well play with the devil you know,” they say.

One of the twins reconnects with an old flame, Annie (Wunmi Mosaku), with whom he once had a baby who died as an infant. The other pushes away his old flame, Mary (Hailee Seinfeld), in his mind for her own protection—she’s found a “rich White husband” (a character we never meet), but my 1930s standards, she exists in a liminal racial space, due to her grandfather having been half-Black.

There’s a lot of music in Sinners, and I am happy to report that the excellent soundtrack is available, either for purchase or on a music streaming service near you. It features a lot of blues, with Irish folk music sprinkled in—writer-director Ryan Coogler, here producing his first original, non-franchise feature film since his 2013 breakthrough Fruitvale Station, has real skill for using music to both uplift and unnerve. It feels a bit pointed that the primary vampire villain in this film, a local White guy named Remmick (Jack O’Connell), sings an Irish jig in the creepiest way imaginable, several Black characters who have been turned stumble-dancing in a circle around him. This isn’t so much a judgment of traditional Irish culture—which, notably, the Black characters in Sinners openly appreciate—but rather a commentary on the very existence of rich culture actually available to White people, particularly at that time, but it’s still not enough for them. They must also consume the culture surrounding them.

Many characters we meet, get to know, and come to care about in Sinners are eventually turned into monsters. This is very much the point. It also includes two Asian-American characters, a married couple who run a general store and a grocery store on opposite sides of the same street in the local town. There’s probably a lot to unpack regarding the way these characters interact with the Black community here, but I’ll just go ahead and leave that packed, as it isn’t my bag to mess with. There is also a memorable scene, when we first see Remmick, that features members of the Choctaw Nation, having chased him to the home of a White couple he manipulates into inviting them into their home.

This, again, is rather far into the runtime of Sinners, which clocks in at 137 minutes. This is a bit longer than necessary; the aforementioned formula would have been just as effective were the two halves just an hour each. Coogler also takes a couple of moments to show off the special effects, especially as it pertains to Michael B. Jordan playing twins. Around the time we see them for the first time, we see them pass a cigarette between each other’s fingers, and the CGI effects are obvious. Mind you, I’ll never complain about getting to see more of Michael B. Jordan, but would it not have been simpler just to cast a pair of actual twins?

Coogler is an undeniable talent, though, and plenty of people are clearly eager to work for him—in this case, including Delroy Lindo as pianist Delta Slim, and even legendary blues singer Buddy Guy as the aforementioned blue singer character nearing the end of his career. Sinners is overflowing with acting talent, and one wonders how much of the film’s roughly $100 budget went to paying them—the visual effects could have used a bit more of that budget.

However it got made, I have a strong feeling that Sinners would be particularly rewarding upon rewatch. Much is made of how music can conjure both darkness and light, and within the context of ancestral wisdom, from the past and into the future. A particularly great scene liberalizes this, when the performance of a blues song morphs into other genres—both that resulted in the invention of the blues, and what later would not have existed without it. Coogler’s cinematographer, Autumn Durald Arkapaw, swoops and weaves the camera through the revelry in the juke joint full of people forgetting their pain for just a moment, lost in the music, nameless characters passing here and there, in the dress and playing the instruments of cultures from different times and different continents, from Africa to America and from centuries past to the Great Depression, and on to the eras of rap and hiphop. Sinners references many times, places and cultures that have come and gone in specific ways I personally have no power to put my finger on, but on a thematic level, I can at least appreciate that something profound is at work.

Brace yourselves—for something both familiar and unprecedented.

Overall: B+