A Stand Alone and Essential American film. As if printed on dark velvet at twilight. Not a single white person here. Gorgeous black skin, low country fields, wooden frame houses, distant insects. The camera with its sensitive eye, subjective, loving, at times careening through an interior or tracing a body from below. The audience doesn't so much follow as absorb content, a beautiful stain. Sugarcane and its bitter historical/cultural repercussions. Every performance is brilliant. Answers to my narrative questions are personal and may be wrong, but I was grateful to the young filmmaker for keeping anything from being obvious. Bravo, Philip Youmans and team.
Review of Burning Cane
