Sinners

Had high hopes coming in to this but holy moly. You feel truly immersed in early 20th century African American culture throughout the entire film but especially in the first hour: with the mixture of blues music (without spoiling the scene, sammy singing in the barn with the accompanying visuals was surreal) , the importance of faith and companionship.  The little details from the shapes of the telephone poles as crosses to the nomenclature of the characters really highlight how much Coogler cooked with the entire production. Feels like if this was a book, Mr Riordan would love it (not to say he doesn’t watch films, just defo some Colour Purple comparisons). Sorry for the essay.