The Great American Film Critic?

Noah Berlantsky nominates James Baldwin for his book-length essay, The Devil Finds Work:

Published in 1976, the piece can’t be categorized. It’s a memoir of Baldwin’s life watching, or influenced by, or next to cinema. It’s a critique of the racial politics of American (and European) film. And it’s a work of film theory, with Baldwin illuminating issues of gaze and identification in brief, lucid bursts. The dangerous appeal of cinema, he writes, can be to escape—”surrendering to the corroboration of one’s fantasies as they are thrown back from the screen” And “no one,” he acidly adds, “makes his escape personality black.”

The themes of race, film, and truth circle around one another throughout the essay’s hundred pages, as Baldwin attempts to reconcile the cinema he loves, which represents the country he loves, with its duplicity and faithlessness. In one memorable description of the McCarthy era midway through the essay, he marvels at “the slimy depths to which the bulk of white Americans allowed themselves to sink: noisily, gracelessly, flatulent and foul with patriotism.” It’s clear Baldwin believes that description can often be applied to American cinema as well—whether it’s the false self-congratulatory liberal Hollywood pap of The Heat of the Night or Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner or the travesty made of Billie Holiday’s life in Lady Sings the Blues, the script of which, Baldwin says, “Is as empty as a banana peel, and as treacherous.”

Yet, for all its pessimism, The Devil Finds Work doesn’t feel despairing or bleak. On the contrary, it’s one of the most inspirational pieces of writing I’ve read. In part, that’s because of the moments of value or meaning that Baldwin finds amid the dross—an image of Sidney Poitier’s face in the Defiant Ones, which in its dignity and beauty shatters the rest of the film, or “Joan Crawford’s straight, narrow, and lonely back,” in the first film Baldwin remembers, and how he is “fascinated by the movement on, and of, the screen, that movement which is something like the heaving and the swelling of the sea … and which is also something like the light which moves on, and especially beneath, the water.”

Recent Dish on Baldwin here, here, here, and here.