Malcolm X (1992)
Directed by: Spike
Lee.
Written by: Spike Lee
and Arnold Perl based on the book by Alex Haley and Malcolm X.
Starring: Denzel Washington (Malcolm
X), Angela Bassett (Betty Shabazz), Albert Hall (Baines), Al Freeman, Jr.
(Elijah Muhammad), Delroy Lindo (West Indian Archie), Spike Lee (Shorty), Roger
Guenveur Smith (Rudy), Theresa Randle (Laura), Kate Vernon (Sophia), Lonette
McKee (Louise Little), Tommy Hollis (Earl Little), James McDaniel (Brother Earl),
Steve White (Brother Johnson), Ernest Lee Thomas (Sidney), Jean-Claude La Marre
(Benjamin 2X), Wendell Pierce (Ben Thomas), Giancarlo Esposito (Thomas Hagan), Leonard
L. Thomas (Leon Davis), David Patrick Kelly (Mr. Ostrowski), Bobby Seale
(Street Preacher), Al Sharpton (Street Preacher), Christopher Plummer (Chaplain
Gill), Karen Allen (Miss Dunne), Peter Boyle (Captain Green), William Kunstler
(The Judge - Boston), Nelson Mandela (Soweto Teacher), Craig Wasson (TV Host), Ossie
Davis (Eulogy Performer).
The case
can be made that Spike Lee’s Malcolm X is the greatest biopic of all time – it
is certainly my favorite. It’s that rare biopic that manages to capture a whole
complex human being, and doesn’t try to make him into a saint, and doesn’t try
to demonize him either. It see Malcolm X with clear eyes – and it becomes clear
by the end that perhaps the biggest tragedy of his assassination is that he was
just starting a new chapter in his life, with a new, more inclusive way of
thinking – while still maintaining the fiery rhetoric and opinions that made
him an icon in the first place. Who knows what Malcolm X would have become if
given more time on this planet.
One of
the keys to Malcolm X working as well as it does is that Lee takes his time –
the film runs 200 minutes, and uses every one of them wisely. The film spends a
little more than an hour of that time on Malcolm before the Nation of Islam,
and his conversion in prison. It shows his upbringing the son of a preacher,
who was murdered, who was ripped away from his family, and knew racism his
whole life. It shows his descent into drug addiction and crime. He gets his
start there with his childhood friend Shorty (Lee himself), and how he gets
involved with West Indian Archie (Delroy Lindo) – a ruthless numbers kingpin.
When he gets to prison, he is lost – but is drawn to Baines (Albert Hall), who
preaches about Allah – and the Honorable Elijah Muhammad (Al Freeman Jr.) – the
head of the Nation of Islam. Malcolm, who was always smart, takes to it
quickly. Out of jail, he becomes one of the faces of the Nation of Islam – its
most outspoken spokesman. He marries, has kids – but perhaps becomes too big
for the Nation to hold him. There is jealously there – and his faith, not in
Allah, but in Elijah Muhammad is shaken. He will be killed by the same
organization he once served so well.
That’s a
lot of material for a movie to cover – but Lee does so brilliantly. He famously
took over the project from Norman Jewison – when Lee complained (not
incorrectly) that a black filmmaker should tell Malcolm’s story. Jewison is a
fine director himself, but it’s hard to see him doing a film this bold and
ambitious. The greatest asset Lee has is Denzel Washington in the lead role –
one of the greatest performances in screen history. Washington is equally
comfortable being the young, brash, confident hustler at the beginning of the
film, the fiery orator whose speeches made him famous in the middle, and the
tired, weary man at the end. It’s a role that demands much of Washington, and
he rises to every challenge. Lee is with him the whole time – there are a lot
of speeches sprinkled throughout the film – and they can be difficult to make
interesting and not repetitive. Washington does his part – he nails the vocal
inflections and tone of Malcolm – delivering the speeches with the same fire.
But Lee makes them interesting as well – he places them in context, he
concentrates not just on the words, but on the crowds, and how they hang on his
every word. Never has a movie with so many speeches not seemed that merely
speechifying – which can be the death of drama.
Lee does
everything else right in the movie as well. The supporting cast is all good –
they don’t allow themselves to be completely bowled over by Washington, but
they don’t steal the spotlight from him either. The period detail – spanning
mainly from the club scenes of 1940s Harlem, with its clubs, through the 1960s
is perfect. Ruth Carter’s costumes (the only Oscar nomination the film received
outside of Washington’s performance) are the best of her great career – and the
work by Ernest Dickerson as cinematographer, Wynn Thomas’s production design,
Barry Alexander Brown as editor (who had a massive task) and perhaps Terrence
Blanchard’s best score all excel as well.
Lee
doesn’t fall into the traps of most that most biopics do – that play like a
series of greatest hits. He’s more interested in who Malcolm was – and his
progression from a young age, into the man he became – and was still in the
process of becoming. It is a huge, bold, ambitious movie – one in which Lee
takes one massive chance after another, and pretty much nails each and every
one. The film is a masterpiece – pure and simple.
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