Time Out says
Spike Lee's police infiltration period piece is as a high-energy filleting of modern-day America.
If you’ve been pining for the fiery, political Spike Lee of ‘Do The Right Thing’ and ‘Malcolm X’, good news: ‘BlacKkKlansman’ has the director back to his energised best. Maybe the optimism of the Obama era robbed him of some of that righteous fury – which would be one explanation for the limp ‘Oldboy’ remake – or maybe middle age mellowed him; either way, Trump-era America – Charlottesville, Black Lives Matter and all – has brought the old mojo flooding back. Veering from blaxploitation spoof to undercover thriller and ending with a no-punches-pulled real-life coda, it’s riotous fun one minute, savagely biting the next.
The story, as the opening credits chart, is based on some ‘fo’ real sh*t’. It’s the kind of ‘fo’ real sh*t’ it’s hard to believe actually happened in Nixon-era Colorado Springs, yet it’s all based on a true story. Black police officer Ron Stallworth (John David Washington) joins the local force, where he’s warned that he’ll have to ‘take a lot of guff’. Sure enough, the guff comes thick and fast, as he’s exiled to the archives and harassed by a racist colleague. Spotting an ad for the local chapter of the Ku Klux Klan and taking the initiative, he phones up ‘the organisation’ claiming to be a vitriolic white supremacist and sets in motion the most unlikely undercover operation in policing history. The first thrill of contact with the enemy is only slightly diminished by the realisation that he’s used his real name. Cue hysterics from his fellow cops.
Of course, Stallworth can’t meet the Klansmen in person, so in steps fellow detective Flip Zimmerman (Adam Driver, even more deadpan than usual) to handle the face-to-face stuff. The fact that he’s Jewish should increase the risk but this cadre of racists is so dim, only Jasper Pääkkönen’s paranoid redneck comes close to smelling a rat. It all soon leads to Topher Grace’s oily David Duke, and gives Lee the chance to tug hard on the film’s links to modern-day America. The Klan are a bunch of clowns, sure, but Lee never lets us forget that they’re not using aliases or unlisted numbers – they’re marching in the streets.
If a few tonal lurches make ‘BlacKkKlansman’ a touch uneven, and a romantic subplot with Laura Harrier’s student radical doesn’t quite land, its comic beats give a flavour of what a Spike Lee ‘Naked Gun’ movie might look like – awesome, by the way – and that welcome impassioned, earnest side is never far from the surface. Stallworth’s first undercover op at a Black Panther rally has individual faces backlit in rapt attention to a Malcolm X-like orator. It’s one of a few powerfully cinematic moments in a movie that has the scrappy, rough-around-the-edges feel of a filmmaker in a hurry.
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