I’ve been wanting to write a piece like this for a long time. I have always taken issue with media’s portrayal of the American South. Whether it’s the backwoods horror of Deliverance or the hometown utopia of films like Steel Magnolias. That is not to say that these examples are bad pieces of media, both Deliverance and Steel Magnolias are seen as classics in certain circles, and rightfully so. But I have always found myself appreciating directors like David Gordon Green (All The Real Girls and Joe, specifically) for depicting an American South that looks real to me. The feel, the atmosphere, the score, and especially the way people speak in his films really invokes an authentic South. When you watch his Southern films, you can tell he’s actually been there.
Not a lot of black people in any of these examples (with the exception of Joe and the Lifetime remake of Steel Magnolias), but that should come as no surprise. Because as with any location, the focus must always be on white characters. Color is for the backdrop, never for the center.
Much can be said about racism and class divide in the South, but if you’ve never lived there like Green or myself, there’s no way you can actually know what you’re talking about. You can do research and maybe spend a few days there consuming some of the culture, but the fact is that there is no way to truly know the South unless you’ve lived there. And there is so much myth surrounding it that tends to overshadow the truth.
I lived in Georgia for 22 years. It’s a very specific experience. One that stays with me no matter where I go. When I write, I instinctively set my pieces in Georgia. It’s not my favorite setting, but I would rather I write about the place than allow it to be portrayed stereotypically. I want people to see the South as a place that’s real. Flawed, but still, real.
Which brings us to American Honey.
American Honey (written and directed by English auteur Andrea Arnold of Fish Tank fame) is apparently one of the realest films to come out this year. It’s authentic. It’s gritty. The characters feel like real people. The film moves at a lyrical pace. We glide from scene to scene of magnetic people having seemingly mundane conversations. It’s like mumblecore done right. It’s a REVALATION…
In practice, it’s an exploitation film about a young biracial woman who abandons her depressing, abusive life to start another depressing, abusive life with pretty white people who love to say the word nigga and listen to a relentless amount of rap music.
As a black woman from the South watching this, I kept asking myself “why?”
- Why is it that I walked into an indie movie theater in New York City to see depictions of all the racist poor white folks I grew up with being portrayed with these bullshit “On the Road” poetics?
- Why are these racist white folks being glorified with beautiful cinematography and a mesmerizing score?
- Why are all my favorite hip-hop tracks being ruined?
- Why is it that whenever I hear hip-hop in mainstream film it’s always populated by mostly white people?
- Why am I watching a young woman of color be emotionally and sexually abused by an older white man who likely has no respect for her or black people in general?
- Why is Star the only woman of color in the entire film?
- Why was there a scene of them running into black men and getting their approval and acceptance?
- Why is Riley Keough wearing a Confederate flag bikini?
- Why is this film uninterested in the way that this black woman is needlessly marginalized by all the white men around her, from her father to Jake?
But by far my biggest question was:
Why is this part of Southern experience most fascinating to this UK-born director?
Here’s my best guest:
Because it’s white.
It has all the fixings of a “diverse” story – flavor, hip-hop aesthetic, a lead of color – without addressing any of the concepts that make it diverse. How is it that Star’s confederate flag loving daddy hooked up with a black woman to create Star? What was that parental experience like for Star? How does she feel about her race? Was she alienated in a community full of rednecks as a half-black woman? Or did she pass? Is she okay with all the white people around her saying nigga because that’s what she’s used to back home?
Star is a perfect example of the problem with colorblind casting, because her race barely plays into the story. You could see it’s implied, but it’s implied with so little nuance I found myself (as a black woman) wanting more. And I never got it.
I’ve read some reviews and comments from people of color, saying that the film really nailed down what it’s like to be black in the South and marginalized by the white people around them. I think that is true. I definitely felt that. But I do not believe the film did it on purpose. I think it was simply a byproduct of how the film was set up.
Think about it: If the film was developed with her race in mind, why is the film itself so uninterested in addressing race?
These questions plagued me through the entire film.
In the end, I left the theater feeling hollow and violated.
I had watched white girls grind to Ciara’s “Ride” (one of my favorite songs by that artist). I had watched a band of out-of-control white people toss around a word they had no business using. I had watched a woman of color be bullied by a white woman wearing a Confederate flag bikini.
And finally, I had watched an uncomfortable love triangle in which a 30-year-old man made controlling advances to a girl who is supposed to be 18, while simultaneously fucking the racist white woman who victimized her.
There is also the tiny tidbit that it was clear Star wanted to get pregnant by Jake and they didn’t use protection during any of their encounters.
So she could totally be pregnant. Which is, Todd Solondz level disturbing.
American Honey is the kind of film that is objectively good from an aesthetic standpoint but the themes are barely thought out and the results are a racist and callous story that essentially romanticizes abuse and racial microaggressions because FREEDOM, MAN. THE OPEN ROAD –
To despair and heartache.
Filmmakers really need to start interrogating why they choose their subjects. Why are hedonistic white people showing their privilege across the South something that needs to be seen? Doesn’t media have enough hedonistic tales of white people going around and doing what they want with no consequences? Do filmmakers not understand their white characters are so “free” because society allows them be and their films glorify that behavior?
Those are important questions. Here is one more: