Like “Do the Right Thing” some 30 years ago, “Get Out” last year and “Sorry to Bother You” right now, “Blindspotting” is a searing, intense, sometimes wickedly funny and boldly honest look at race relations, and how we perceive one another — and the horrible mistakes we make based on certain stereotypes that are formulated from the time we are children.
Whether it's Do the Right Thing in Brooklyn, or the Watts portrayed in Killer of Sheep, or Friday and South Central, or Magnolia's journey through L.A.'s aspirational neighborhoods, they become cinematic landmarks.
That is, Blindspotting is the freshest commentary on race relations since Black Lives Matter, and in a film sense, since Do the Right Thing .
Movies are almost always better when they’re about a specific place, and Blindspotting has a facility and familiarity with local slang and archetypes an outsider couldn’t fake, explained in broad character vignettes reminiscent of Spike Lee’s equally loving portrait of Bed-Stuy in Do The Right Thing .
“Do the Right Thing” will likely come to some moviegoers' minds as “Blindspotting” tailspins into its fraught confrontation between Collin and Miles, but the Lee joint it more closely resembles is “Jungle Fever,” with its dexterously handled shifts between humor and pathos.
In the long history of energetic films mixing up heavy drama and stylistic humor, Blindspotting has much in common with something like Do The Right Thing .