Hallelujah (1929)
(On Cable TV, December 2021) The history of black representation in Hollywood is long and embarrassing — and it usually gets more problematic the farther back you go. It’s understandable to approach Hallelujah with some wariness: After all, the 1920s were not always a hotbed of film progressivism, and the idea of a white director tackling an all-Black musical could have been terrible. Fortunately, that director ends up being King Vidor, one of the best and most humanistic directors of the time and someone who had some experience with the film’s topic. As a result, while Hallelujah is clearly stereotyped in the ways a privileged white director could portray an “other,” it’s also an uncommonly sympathetic portrayal of deep-south rural black communities, and a remarkable document chronicling approximations of black culture at the time. (It’s sobering to think that, even two years earlier, it would have been filmed as a silent film and been much poorer for it.) It’s moralistic in the ways most movies were at the time, but there’s an empathy built into the execution that makes the result interesting despite its flaws. I did like Nina Mae McKinney quite a bit in the thankless of the seductive fallen woman. Perhaps the most negative thing to be said about Hallelujah is that it probably influenced decades of less-than-inspiring depictions of black characters in Hollywood… but that should not be held against a film that’s still more impressive for what it does than for what it doesn’t.