I’ll start by admitting that my viewing was long overdue. A confluence of factors contributed to this (not the least of them being that my roommates saw it without me and we’ve seen something else whenever we’ve gone to the theaters since), but that’s no excuse for someone who claims to be a cinephile.
So, Moonlight. Where to start. At the most superficial level, someone might describe it to you as the journey of a young black man growing up in a rough Miami neighborhood, all the while struggling with his sexuality. But this film is so much more than the buzzwords that pepper the previous line. It’s a story of self-discovery. A story of human connection. And a story of otherness.