The Oscar-winning filmmaker’s latest is an impressive, kinetic work that’s betrayed by its ending—and a glaring omission.
One of the most horrifyingly abundant images in America is the face of a black mother grieving for her slain child. Gwen Carr, Sybrina Fulton, and Lezley McSpadden (mothers of Eric Garner, Trayvon Martin, and Mike Brown respectively) were among the many “Mothers of the Movement” who endorsed Hillary Clinton at the Democratic National Convention last year. When black boys and men are killed, it is often their mothers who take up the cause of justice when the legal system fails them.
It’s an unsung tradition that includes brave women like Rebecca Pollard, the mother of Aubrey Pollard, one of three young black men murdered at the Algiers Motel during the 1967 Detroit riot.
It is Rebecca’s stunned face that was pictured in the Chicago Tribune on June 11, 1969, seen leaving the courtroom after an all-white jury found Detroit police officer Ronald August innocent in the murder of her son. Rebecca’s face is why it’s so egregious that there are no black women in the trailer for Detroit. Social media was quick to call out the seeming erasure of black women from the story of the 1967 riot—an understandable charge given that the film’s title is a misnomer, as it has little to do with the city of Detroit itself and the entire scope of the riot.
Oscar-winning director Kathryn Bigelow’s film instead focuses on one particular incident during the riot, which was chronicled in John Hershey’s book The Algiers Motel Incident. On the third night of the riot, reports of a sniper at the Algiers Motel led the Detroit Police Department, the Michigan State Police, the National Guard, and private security guard Melvin Dismukes (played by John Boyega) to the Algiers. What resulted was the death of three black men and the beating and torture of nine other individuals—seven black men and two white women.
In 1968, amid the trial of the three Detroit PD officers involved in the shooting (the state police and National Guard abandoned the scene to avoid potential involvement in civil-rights violations), Hershey penned The Algiers Motel Incident. He interviewed survivors, victims’ family members, and some law-enforcement officers. If Detroit were based on this source material, then complaints about Bigelow’s erasure of black women would be unfounded. There were no black women involved in the actual event at the Algiers.
But there’s just one problem: Bigelow’s film, as scripted by frequent collaborator Mark Boal, is not an adaptation. The rights to The Algiers Motel Incident have never been for sale, per Hershey’s insistence, so Detroit is actually a fictional account of the Algiers incident gathered from source materials and interviews. It’s the fatal flaw in an otherwise excellent, terse, and enthralling film. I don’t find Bigelow at fault for approaching this story as a white woman, at least in the scope of the Algiers episode, but when the film attempts to make a political statement about the incident and the riots, both she and the film falter.
To be fair, a considerable part of Bigelow’s appeal has always been her unique approach to worlds foreign to her. After gaining notice with Jenny Wright and Jamie Lee Curtis vehicles, 1987’s vampire film Near Dark and 1989’s cop thriller Blue Steel, she didn’t truly hit the big time until she abandoned female protagonists with 1991’s Point Break. The surfer heist movie was a sendup of hypermasculine action movie tropes, presenting a new, feminine vision for how we could see action stars on screen: tan, lissome, tenderly emotional, and with gorgeous, flowing locks. It remains perhaps the most influential film of her career.
Its success further motivated Bigelow to investigate what it means to be a man—a question most male filmmakers never ask themselves when they set out to make an action film. The Hurt Locker is Bigelow’s most successful exploration of manhood, using the trappings of the Iraq War to deconstruct performative masculinity and the fetish of combat. If the film at times feels like jingoistic propaganda, it’s because Bigelow taps into the joie de vivre of war and the idea that, as she put it, “war’s dirty little secret is that some men love it.” It’s no wonder then that Bigelow used the same approach in crafting Jessica Chastain’s character Maya in Zero Dark Thirty, avoiding explicit discussions of gender politics in favor of depicting a woman unfazed by torture who performed her job with aplomb amid the hypermasculine hunt for Osama bin Laden.
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SOURCE: The Daily Beast – Ira Madison III