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And here’s the deal: as an exploration of how grace, forgiveness, and growth are achieved in the context of ubiquitous violence, this film succeeds.

As an exploration of domestic violence, sexual violence, police violence, etc., it fails so utterly miserably that it can only be explained by a profound lack of fucks given about those things.

And McDonaugh’s evident lack of interest in black interiority period compounds this problem. He violates the “nothing about us without us” doctrine egregiously.

And so we’re left with a film not about violence but about redeemable, redemptive, and redeemed interiority in the presence of violence, which ignores the particulars of sexual violence, domestic violence, and police brutality, and which cares nothing for black interiority.

In the present climate, such a film can only be a moral offense. The near-total ignorance of and indifference towards that moral offense on the part of Hollywood, the critical establishment, and white moviegoers is a moral outrage.

Black folks are dead in the street. Violence matters, but specifically police violence matters.

We lose untold lives every year to gendered violence and intimate partner violence. Violence matters, but specifically IPV matters.

More than one HUNDRED women and girls were assaulted by a “doctor” who was protected by his employers and their status as elite athletes capable of things most of us couldn’t dream of didn’t protect them at all. Violence matters, but specifically sexual violence matters.