Quick Synopsis: Monk is a frustrated novelist who’s fed up with the establishment that profits from Black entertainment that relies on tired and offensive tropes. To prove his point, he uses a pen name to write an outlandish Black book of his own, a book that propels him to the heart of hypocrisy and the madness he claims to disdain.

This is astounding. I’m leading with that, not because I’m going to be nitpicking and pointing out flaws in this so I wanted to remind you that I did actually like this, but because that’s the message I need you to know first. This was another secret screening, so nobody in the screening knew what it would be. I also haven’t seen a single advert for it being played, so it can’t really be argued to be eagerly anticipated by an audience. From speaking to people in the foyer, the general consensus was that it would be Argylle. So instead of something that had an extensive marketing campaign built around it, something that people were excited to see (note, this was before the early reviews came in so people were still excited about Argylle), they were met with a film that most of them didn’t know. Then to top it off, the first scene is an unsubtle racially charged explosion of sweary dialogue, the kind of moment which will put a lot of people off, yet nobody left.

I commend Cord Jefferson for leading with that scene, as it will weed out audiences who won’t like the film anyway. There’s no attempt to ease them in, AF lays out its themes and societal frustrations from the outset, not so much asking you questions as shouting them at your face.

It is depressing that this film is still relevant today, in a world in which a lot of people will loudly say “There’s no racism anymore”. Whilst there’s indeed less (definitely not “none”) open racism in modern society, it is definitely still there. It’s why people describe Idris Elba as “too urban” to play James Bond, or why the mere existence of a black man in an advert for a supermarket led to multiple people saying they’re boycotting the shop.

You may think a film dealing with race would be a somewhat dour affair, but it also deals with Alzheimer’s, sudden sibling death, and homophobia (in regards to his brother Cliff). Those moments are beautiful though. The death comes from nowhere and doesn’t form a shadow over the movie, but it is always in the back of your head when it comes to character actions and motivations. The other two bits combine in one of the most heartbreaking moments; Cliff is dancing with his mother (who he is out to), and she randomly says “I always knew you weren’t a queer”. Cliff (played WONDERFULLY) by Sterling K. Brown just breaks, he doesn’t need to say anything, you can read all the pain on his face. That pain is doubled in another scene where he speaks about how he regrets never coming out to his dad, he feels that his father died not knowing the real him. There is so much going on in the background of this, every character feels fleshed out and real. You could easily do spin-offs for most of the characters in American Fiction. Crucially, it doesn’t feel like their journeys are centred around the protagonist, they are all floating around in their own orbit, occasionally meeting in the same area.

It’s not all sad, it’s also HILARIOUS. Monks frustration at how he he feels stereotypical “Black” literature is dehumanising and false leads to some brilliant dialogue. He is essentially the sane man in a world gone crazy, but he’s still not entirely sane. It’s the most Larry David I’ve seen a character outside of Curb. Only a Larry David who accidentally Springtime For Hitlers himself. It all feels real too. Even the relationship aspect feels true, the fact that the argument isn’t resolved feels fresh, they had a massive fight, that shit isn’t fixed quickly.

In summary, this is my favourite film of the year so far, and it’s going to take something truly special to displace it from its place at the top. So much about it works, the dialogue is damn near perfect. The story is believable (although some may not like the directions it takes at the end), and the performances are damn fine. It feels weird to say this about an actor with as many awards as he has, but the world really is sleeping on Sterling K Brown. Jeffrey Wright is the true star though, this is the best he’s ever been, and considering how good he’s been in other things, that says a lot.