Pardon my laziness this past few days. I’ve been seeing some movies lately and since I’m not a series somebody, so I rather stick to normal 1hr30mins movies. I don’t know the proper name it’s called. So I saw Fences.
So, I just got a few movies from my buddy, and the first I saw was Fences, being that it’s a movie I’ve been longing to see. Because one of favorite actors did it… Denzel Washington! Such a talented man abeg. I just can’t deal with spotting his name or Morgan Freeman, without seeing the movie whatsoever. It just must be lit.
Fences, Fences, Fences. The movie is based on a play by uhhhh (Jesus, can’t believe I forgot his name kai). It’s about a man who’s trynna put his family together, trying so hard not to make his two boys make the same mistake he made while “becoming a man” in the process being overprotective over his family mentally.
He loved his wife so much.
Riding a rubbish truck in 1950s Pittsburgh, Troy is a showboat who dominates the conversation, pausing only for breath and to garner assent. He doesn’t always notice when he fails to receive it, but carries on nonetheless.
Troy’s words reveal him as that 20th-century theatrical mainstay: the dictatorial, hypocritical patriarch. A great baseball player whose best years were before the game was desegregated, Troy’s disillusioned wisdom is his weapon to lecture others, most notably his grown son from his wild early days, aspiring musician Lyons (Russell Hornsby), and high school athlete Corey (Jovan Adepo). The son of a sharecropper, their father has little optimism about America or how it could better his family.
Despite Rose’s objections, Troy puts barriers in front of their son both small and significant, whether it’s insisting the bitter teenager help him build the fence that comes to symbolize the family’s divisions or refusing to sign university scholarship papers. But Troy’s deeds nag at him, particularly his treatment of his brother Gabe (Mykelti Williamson), whose compensation for World War II injuries that left him brain damaged paid for Troy’s home.
“Better get ready for the judgment,” repeatedly declares Gabe, a kind of holy fool who speaks the truth, and no one has to remind Davis. One of the pleasures of Fences is seeing Washington’s dominant technique – that swaggering walk, the hardening of his voice when challenged – get batted back by the visceral force of Davis’ performance. She’s one of the great screen actors, and the depths she takes Rose to balances the movie.
Davis has a stinging line that could be a fierce and fitting close to the story, but unfortunately there’s a good 20 minutes tacked on after it. Fences not only runs long, it indulges a redemptive urge for Troy that unnecessarily softens his failings. Washington’s film doesn’t need to offer forgiveness to a character who never offered it to those who loved him.
This movie is a must watch… For those that know.