Aaron's Thoughts
I remember one time I heard someone say (can’t remember who) that you knew you were watching a great movie when you could freeze the frame at any point & be okay with that frame being hung on your wall. Obviously it would be reductive to say that’s the only way to tell if you are watching a great film, but it’s no doubt a way to tell you are watching a gorgeous one.
I think there were about 400 frames throughout The Last Black Man in San Francisco that I would happily frame on my wall. So many draw dropping shots one after another that it makes you wonder how this all came from the mind of a first time director.
Genuinely one of the most beautiful films I’ve ever seen. That score. The way it’s shot. The performances. The way it captures the heartbeat of a city. The fully crafted characters.
Only major bummer was being reminded of just how much talent Jonathan Majors had and tossed away.
