Despite an irritating resemblance to a cliched Hindu-muslim plot (here it is black vs white), I loved this movie….
Just reminded me how difficult it is for us to break the usual cycle of you-do-bad-to-someone —-> he-does-bad-to-someone-else —-> and so on.
If one can ignore the slight hitch that almost all bad things are blamed on the person’s color, this movie comes across as a brilliant portrayal of human nature…
And I just loved some of the dialogues:
Graham: It’s the sense of touch. In any real city, you walk, you know? You brush past people, people bump into you. In L.A., nobody touches you. We’re always behind this metal and glass. I think we miss that touch so much, that we crash into each other, just so we can feel something.
Daniel: She had these little stubby wings, like she could’ve glued them on, you know, like I’m gonna believe she’s a fairy. So she said, “I’ll prove it.” So she reaches into her backpack and she pulls out this invisible cloak and she ties it around my neck. And she tells me that it’s impenetrable. You know what impenetrable means? It means nothing can go through it. No bullets, nothing. She told me that if I wore it, nothing would hurt me. So I did. And my whole life, I never got shot, stabbed, nothing. I mean, how weird is that?