The movie was very well done but it was a visual cornucopia of black misery and suffering that left us exhausted, unable to comprehend how we could possibly make it through another hour. Miscarriages, domestic abuse, poverty, cancer, gambling, sexual coercion of a minor, alcoholism, repressed sexuality, child abuse, child rape, and murder. Anything miserable or that one could consider to be a source of unhappiness and it was in that movie.
This is by no means a review or condemnation of the film because those things are indeed a reality of life for many, but it did serve as a reminder of the necessity of joy. In the words of a friend: "Consuming too much black pain is bad for our psyches." And in the words of another friend: "thinking too much about white supremacy will make you sick." Its true.
We live in a world in which we are constantly assaulted with images of black pain and suffering. We live in a world in which we have to constantly deal with the ramifications of living in a country mired in white supremacy and institutional racism. A helluva lot of film and literature on the black experience is based on black pain and suffering, which makes sense considering that we've had a painful history and present in this country (in this world). Yet we have to do our best to seek out the joy because too much black pain is indeed bad for our psyches.