Worse yet, One Night in Miami... insists on treating Malcolm X and Sam Cooke with the writer's own pop psychology. Malcolm's only doing what he's doing because he's trying to prove something to Black folks, it is posited. And Sam Cooke is only what he's doing because he's too invested white people's approval. This seems... lacking in nuance, let's say. But the film doesn't leave space for things to get richer. Characters are given space to air their opinions, but we never really get anywhere. All four of the characters, as it turns out, are right (except for Jim Brown, who appears not to have many opinions). It's just such a frustrating bit of writing. And I am not sure I understand, either, what the point of it all is. One Night in Miami... feels designed to confirm the viewer in our own ideas rather than to challenge them at all. It doesn't ask us to change; strangely enough, this film asks its characters to change. And this seems to me like an odd request.
The costumes are good, and I expect Leslie Odom Jr., who plays Sam Cooke, to get an Oscar nomination, but I wouldn't recommend it.
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