The year is 1967. Some music from around this time: The Beatles' Sargent Pepper, the Beach Boys' Pet Sounds, the Doors album. On TV: Batman, Star Trek. Movies: Sound of Music, Bonnie and Clyde, The Graduate. I mention these for cultural context, as things most of you should be familiar with. My point being that what follows is not ancient history.
In the beginning of 1967, it was against the law in 16 states, in 32% of the country, for a "white" person to be married to a "colored" person. And in June of that year, the Supreme Court of the United States ruled on these "anti-miscegenation" laws, in Loving v Virginia.
Nine years earlier, police had broken down the door of Richard and Mildred Loving, had dragged them out of bed, and had taken them to jail. The Lovings were, shortly afterward, convicted and sentenced to a year each in the state penitentiary. Those sentenced were suspended, for 25 years, provided that they leave Virginia and never, together, return.
This history, here, because I just watched the movie,
Loving, again. Reviews of Loving are mostly reverential, but frequently tepid. Many found the movie too slow, too understated. The guy in the New Yorker compared it to an earlier movie, Mr. and Mrs. Loving, with Timothy Hutton as Richard. He said that that movie had some humor, some sex, and was more of a movie movie. The thought was that Loving could have been more dramatic.
There is a thought that some dramatic license, in telling real-life stories, is fine, is even necessary, to make the story into a real movie-type movie. But any dramatic license, in this story, would have been misguided. And as far as I can tell, there isn't a hint of it. There is documentary footage of the Lovings, and Joel Edgerton as Richard, and Ruth Negga as Mildred, are real, and are brilliant. And other characters--the ACLU lawyers, Richard's mother--look and sound astonishingly like their real-life counterparts, as they deliver lines straight out of recorded record.
For the drama, for the story as it is told here, we need to under
stand Richard. And we do. We need to see
Mildred understand him. And we do. We see that she respects and loves him for what he is: a profoundly decent man. We see her, a rural Virginia girl, deciding that the city of their banishment, DC, is not a place to raise her children, away from their extended family, playing in streets instead of fields. We see her dealing with the ACLU lawyers, as Richard sits silently by. We see her dealing with reporters and cameras, in a way that Richard can't, with quiet grace. And we see Richard, frustrated, overwhelmed, but, guided by his love for his wife, deferring to her. This is drama enough for me, and it is beautiful.
Nothing in this film seems false. Everything is, as far as I can tell, sourced. For example, we see a Life photographer, played by the fantastic Michael Shannon, surreptitiously snapping this famous photo (watching Andy Griffith on TV):
We might like to see stirring courtroom speeches, but we don't need them for this story. We would like to see Richard more engaged, more defiant. But he wasn't. We would like to see the Lovings marching in the streets. But they didn't.
We would also like to see the crackers get theirs, and they do, they will, but only in time, in history, The written judicial opinion of Bazile, the original sentencing judge, denying a petition to vacate that conviction, lives on, will live on, forever:
Almighty God created the races white, black, yellow, malay and red, and he placed them on separate continents. And but for the interference with his arrangement there would be no cause for such marriages. The fact that he separated the races shows that he did not intend for the races to mix.
Anyway, yes, for a few, the movie is tedious. For me it is perfect. It is a movie I will return to again and again.
Loving. 10/10