I was never impressed by Moonlight, but watching Jenkins' latest, everything started to fall into place. The idea of using a slow rhythm, a very slow rhythm, to project pure emotions. Not only love. Any emotion. Look at If Beale Street Could Talk through that lens, and suddenly everything makes sense: a young couple in love could be any couple; not a couple defined by their skin color. And that's what makes the cruelty of racism that's unleashed upon them, so disturbing. You're forced to contemplate: what if a white couple was treated exactly the same way? Intrusive film.
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