Over the weekend, I saw an amazing film—KILLER OF SHEEP by Charles Burnett.
I've been a deep-rocked fan of Burnett since seeing TO SLEEP WITH ANGER. His simplicity, magic, his willingness to probe deep into the black emotional sea called life touched me in a way that was reminiscent of Toni Morrison's fiction. But this feat, this jewel called KILLER OF SHEEP was something different. Allegedly Burnett's first film, KILLER OF SHEEP is so full of visual texture and emotional width and depth that at times I ached. Not from the painful beauty of the film—its poetry and structured rawness—but from wishing everything in life was like this. At times so brilliant it made you cry; at times so mundane it made you wonder if you were really living.
What a film. What a piece of art. I am now, and forever... a deep-rocked lover of all films by Charles Burnett.
Until next time,
Keith
posted by DIGABLE-POET @ 7:47 AM
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Charles is a UCLA film school grad and supposedly this is his thesis film or one he did right after graduating. I'm going to write about it because not only is it a slice of LA life I grew up with, but it also taps into REALLY deep areas that sometimes I think viewers want to turn away from.
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