I love this show. I love everything about it. Well, except for the painfully beautiful Logan Browning aka DWP’s weakest link.
The show’ creator, the amazing, Justin Simien has created what most filmmakers and show runners only dream of; A perfect multi-perspective piece that includes the only thing that matters in any incident worth writing about – the complete and absolute personal view of each participant. Which is tough, trust me.
The entire season one is crafted in a way that it keeps telling the same story – the black face party – but every time from another character’s point of view, and while considering the essence of what makes us do things as human, love, hate, sadness, pressure, pain. The script is just so damn smart and thoughtful, and funny and emotional, and yes, I am jealous.
The acting is pretty fucking fantastic as well! We are talking about a lineup that will make ANY PRIME TIME show, or mega film proud: Brandon P Bell, Antoinette Robertson, DeRon Horton, John Patrick Amedori, Jemar Michael and my favorite –Marque Richardson – all do an amazing job, and I can’t wait for their Hollywood take over.
One other nugget is the fact that Tina Mabry (one of my favorite young directors) and Barry Jenkins (oh, you know, Barry Jenkins) have director credit on a few episode and both leave their distinct footprint though respectful to the piece.
So, what’s my problem? Relax. Logan Browning isn’t on par with the cast, script or the directors. Sorry, but she isn’t. And it’s not that I am comparing her to the incomparable Tessa Thompson because I don’t. I just didn’t believe her acting most of the time. I still binged the show in 2 seating though. The show’s creators and Netflix are working on season 2 as we speak, and if they decide to leave Logan as Sam, I hope they’ll consider getting her some nonacting lessons.