A wild whirlwind of a mess, without any coherence, without even a guiding principle.
Nate Parker’s gripping “The Birth of a Nation” opens with a young Nat Turner deep in the woods of Virginia in the early 1800s. He is taken to a ceremony in which an elder proclaims him to be a future prophet. The man repeats a phrase—“We should listen to him. We should listen to him. We should listen to him.” Parker’s film is both an attempt to force modern audiences to listen to the story of Nat Turner and the announcement of a new directorial talent. Directing, working from his own script, and starring in the film as well, Parker’s passion comes through in every element of “The Birth of a Nation." The result is a film that feels less like an educational drama and more like a reclamation of history. It is a powerhouse of a film that sometimes displays the debut status of its director but its mistakes are entirely forgivable due to the sheer force of the filmmaking.
When he was a young boy, Turner was allowed to learn how to read by his slave owner, unlike most slaves. His female slave owner (Penelope Ann Miller) only allowed him to read one book—the Holy Bible—and it turned Turner into a Man of God. As he grew up on the plantation, his understanding of the Bible made him a natural leader, allowing him to preach to his fellow slaves in the fields. He married a fellow slave (Aja Naomi King), and his master (Armie Hammer) realized that there was a need for preachers on other plantations, largely in the hope that the slaves would listen to a fellow slave telling them to behave or risk God’s wrath. Turner’s master would be paid for the visits, but the result was that Turner was allowed to see the full scope of slavery across Virginia. On his tour, he sees a little girl being paraded across a porch on a leash that’s more of a noose around her neck; he sees a man get his teeth knocked out with a chisel so he’ll be forced to eat; he sees unimaginable horror, and Parker holds nothing back, refusing to present slavery as just a background or setting as Hollywood so often he has. The brutality of “The Birth of a Nation” can be enough to make viewers turn away, such as when Turner’s wife is beaten to the point that she’s unrecognizable or Turner is whipped to the point of collapse. Parker clearly understands that the horror that led to rebellion cannot be muted to be effective.
In 1831, Turner led that rebellion. Anyone with even the slightest sense of American history knows that’s where Parker’s film will inevitably climax, and yet the build to it and the event itself are handled in a dramatically effective and downright terrifying way. Most of all, Parker is absolutely phenomenal, portraying Turner as a man whose rage and need for revolution simmered inside him, spurred on not only by what he saw but a Bible that also conveyed the injustice of the world around him. Parker’s take on Turner is more internal than a lot of actors would have gone or a lot of directors would have crafted—he is a man who watches, and the way he uses scripture to convey his increasing rage in the midsection of the film is captivating. There’s nothing flashy or showy about Parker’s performance—it is both extremely physical but rounded out by the internal turmoil that he conveys through his eyes. His faith and his intelligence spurred him on as much as his physical courage, and those elements can be difficult to convey in a performance but Parker never loses sight of the complexity of this man. His reclamation is a humanizing one as much as anything else. We need to know the human to understand why his legacy still matters.
Having worked on “The Birth of a Nation” for seven years, Nate Parker wisely found the right people to help convey his passion project. Notably, the cinematography from the great Elliot Davis (“King of the Hill,” “Out of Sight”) finds a balance between the lyrical and the realistic, never falling too hard on either side of the line. There are poetic elements of “Birth of a Nation”—an ear of corn that starts bleeding, an eclipse before the revolution—that help convey the idea that Turner’s journey was one of destiny but Parker and Davis don’t rely too heavily on the poetic. Davis’ camera has a fluidity that often allows us to feel like an observer of reality, watching a legacy form. And Henry Jackman’s score (“Captain Phillips”) is a beauty, again conveying importance without falling into that easy trap of melodrama.
Make no mistake though—this is Nate Parker’s film through and through. It’s his writing, direction and performance that give the piece its undeniable energy. There are a few moments when one can sense that this is a first-time director—largely in his work with the rest of the cast (some of whom can be distractingly broad or simply ineffective and I think the piece would have been stronger overall with a few ensemble performances that matched Parker’s) and a few beats that feel off in terms of timing. However, I’m willing to forgive the few rough edges because they are byproducts of a man with a story to tell, and the ability to relay his passion and deep understanding of history and humanity to as wide an audience as possible. We should listen to him.
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