![]() ![]() This film series invites Blackness into the space, creating an opportunity for us to appreciate the work from shared reference points. ![]() To screen these films in a museum is to acknowledge the offering as art, to put it in its rightful place among the museum’s paintings and the sculptures. What makes this series so special to me is its relation to institutional space, how it raises the question of where our art is and is not welcome. (The series continues through July and August with Mo’ Better Blues, Sister Act, Dead Presidents, and Set It Off.) ![]() Abdurraqib has curated an indelibly stellar line-up of Blackity Black goodness, and he'll be in town tonight to introduce the kick off: director Robert Townsend’s The Five Heartbeats. That’s why I nearly lost my ever-loving mind when I saw a flyer for "The Black VHS Experience” series at the Walker Art Center this summer, presented by poet, essayist, MacArthur Genius Grant recipient, and keeper of the dopest collection of vintage band T-shirts in the western hemisphere, Hanif Abdurraqib. But try as I might, to paraphrase Michael Blackson in Next Friday, I simply could not get jiggy with that shit. I wanted so badly to be excited about these movies, to find some of the joy I’d see plastered on the faces of kids around me. They’d show all the usual crowd pleasers- Grease, The Breakfast Club, Ferris Bueller, the what’s what of angsty teenage Americana. And my favorite part of these summer excursions was just the idea of sitting on the sand and catching one of the evening movies on the beach. When I was growing up in Northern California, trips to the Santa Cruz Beach Boardwalk were sacred. ![]()
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