I don't think a movie like this has ever been done before. This movie is about so many things but first and foremost it's about black love, the black family, and how the black family is shaped and survives systematic racism designed to destroy it. Initially, I was put off by the long stare of the camera. It lingers on faces and bodies and moments in a way that may come across as pretentious and too self-important, but if you really let it in, the story, the characters, you see that the camera is focusing on people and experiences that have been ignored and erased. We don't get to see or read this kind of love between two black people. We don't get to feel the passion, curiosity, fear, and anger from their point of view. Black folks are always on the side or in the back ground. This movie goes inside the jail and outside of the jail and into the home and hearts of two young people who are in love to show that they're more than statistics. The humanization of these people may feel melodramatic but I would argue that it is because we aren't used to seeing black folks like this it's going to be uncomfortable for many.
Anyway, that being said, it's not an entertaining movie per se. It's beautiful and touching and very sobering, and I probably won't ever watch it again. I feel very troubled about the things it raised and how timeless these issues seem to be even though Baldwin wrote this over 40 years ago.
9/10