“The American Society of Magical Negroes” Movie Review, Live Streaming & Download

I wish I could erase “The American Society of Magical Negros” from my mind, but the universe doesn’t possess enough fairy dust to make such miracles possible. The feature debut from writer/director Kobi Libii is a wild satirical swing about a secret organization of Black people whose sole job is to put white people at ease. It lacks form, edge, politics, coherency, and the grand vision necessary for vast world building. It’s a film that begins on volatile ground only to tumble down a tonally rocky hill before settling on a conclusion so emotionally dissonant that its clang rings louder than the minor laughs the film engenders during its bloated run time. 

Its intended spell is immediately jumbled: Aren (Justice Smith), a struggling visual artist, watches as white buyer after white buyer moves past his multicolor yarn sculpture before another confuses him for the help. The experience deflates Aren, an amiable and deferential young Black man who says sorry more than most Canadians. His pliability almost costs him his life when a drunk white woman asks for help with an ATM only to accuse him of stealing her purse. Luckily, Roger (David Alan Grier) saves Aren. Roger sees potential in the artist, inviting him into the magical society (its entrance is located in an unassuming barbershop). Once inside, we’re introduced to the group’s basic rules: Black people must make way for white fragility for fear that white anger will lead to murder; these Black folks are also expected to hide their sincere Blackness from the white person they’re serving. It seems, initially, that Libii is aware of the organization’s regressive respectability politics—the film hilariously lampoons “The Legend of Bagger Vance” and “The Green Mile”—but after a while you begin to question if the picture is in on the joke. 

You also wonder about the scant world building: Outside of learning that 100 Black people are part of the group, which dates back to Monticello, we don’t learn much else. Are there other groups on other continents that represent the diaspora? The people in this society pull their power from one another (they can sense white people’s anger and sadness and fix it in a flash) but what is the actual power structure of the group apart from having a Black woman president? Aren is also a frustratingly thin character. Does he have family or friends? We get a brief reference to his white mother. But what of Aren’s other kin? For a film about protecting a community, there is nothing communal about it. 

Aren’s loyalty to the organization is tested on his first mission. Roger assigns him to look after Jason (Drew Tarvet), a white, self-important designer frustrated by his lack of upward mobility at the social media company. A few problems arise: Jason is a racist asshole who sees people of color as his footmen rather than as friends. Also, he’s romantically interested in Lizzie (a charming An-Li Bogan), a far more talented designer who Aren develops feelings toward. Now Aren must choose between keeping his white client happy and his heart. It’s an odd twist that forces both the film’s romance and politics to suffer. For every second we get with Lizzie and Aren navigating their feelings for each other and as people of color at a white company that cares little for them—the company’s facial recognition system literally doesn’t recognize their faces—we lose more time for “The American Society of Magical Negros” to make a sharp point about race. 

This is a film that occupies a world where radical Black politics either don’t exist or aren’t at all effective. In fact, Roger even says to Aren that their group does more good than a hundred protests could. Now, to be fair to the film, we’re supposed to take that assertion with a grain of salt. But for all the “historical” magical negroes we’re introduced to, the film never makes mention of the equally imperative historical Black revolutionaries. 

Unfortunately, no one told Libii a film must be more than its premise. Neither Smith nor Bogan, no matter their charm, are capable of tying the film together either. Even Grier struggles with a mangled character who is never really given a rational explanation as to why he remains in the group. Syrupy honeyed lighting and a cartoonish production design are persistently in direct conflict. 

As is the point of this film. It concludes with Aren asserting his personhood in a loud speech that I’m sure will work for many but comes too late and is expected to lift too much of the film’s bare bone politics to make a difference. When juxtaposed with the conventional final grace note, you’re never totally sure if “The American Society of Magical Negroes” wants to critique the anti-Black world it exists in or is simply content smiling in the face of the status quo. 

This review was filed from the Sundance Film Festival. It opens on March 15th.

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