Not exact matches
Jamie Foxx, especially, gives an amazingly nuanced performance that is both cocky and wary — he knows that at any moment the
white folk could
kill him, and it shows.
A literal
white knight, he's the empty vesicle for not quite enough
white guilt to prevent A Time To
Kill from being another movie that invests the fate of black
folks in an unctuous cracker.
When he takes to the streets dispensing vigilante justice, only once does the film acknowledge the uneasiness of a hooded
white man
killing predominantly Latino and black gangbangers and being held up as a
folk hero.
That's it,
folks — now that the «traditional
white male» nation is officially a thing of the past, the new Republican game plan is to destroy this more colorful US at the roots by
killing off public education.