Screenplay, Akomfrah, Edward George. Camera (color/b&w), Arthur Jafa; editor, Joy Chamberlain; music, sound, Trevor Mathison. Reviewed at Seattle Film Festival, June 3, 1993. (Also in Festival of Festivals, Toronto.) Running time: 52 MIN.
Narrators: Giancarlo Esposito (from texts by Malcolm X), Toni Claude Bambara.
With: Betty Shabazz, Spike Lee, Thulani Davis, Greg Tate, Wilfred Little.
Brit helmer John Akomfrah, who made the profoundly impressionistic “Handsworth Songs” with the Black Audio Film Collective, manages to find fresh angles on the now-familiar saga of Malcolm X, but he makes auds work hard for their rewards.
Festival life should be healthy, but the short pic’s artsy mix of stark, interpretive tableaux and tersely cut talking heads may keep it out of mainstream educational circuits. A more timely release would have helped this stylish docu, but X-followers will seek it out anyway.
Shuffling from arrestingly color-tinted b&w interviews to emblematic, elegantly static moments from Malcolm’s life, pic takes too long to find an engaging rhythm. Scholars will be able to glean some brief but probing quotes from (poorly identified) subjects, such as writers Thulani Davis and Greg Tate, as well as seldom-heard sources such as the subject’s brother, Wilfred Little.
Spike Lee, just releasing his “Malcolm X” at the time he was interviewed, comes across as glib, and Malcolm’s widow, Betty Sha-bazz, is represented by stunningly feeble utterances.
Where film succeeds best is in its subtle evocation of the emotional hangover left by this complex figure’s spiritual transformations and untimely demise.