Everything you need to know about Guava Island the new 55-minute "tropical thriller" directed by Hiro Murai, but introduced in the opening unit as "a Childish Gambino movie", is for three happy minutes or so Donald Glover sings "Summertime Magic" to Rihanna on a beautiful and almost empty beach, both bathed in absurdly majestic Maximal Golden Hour Light. This moment is well worth the price of admission, but you or the melancholy and the small and subversive and unable to win the movie itself – can define the term.
First, Glover is accompanied by patching waves and fellow players who play steel drum and guiro, the sparse essence that emphasizes that "Summertime Magic", which was first released by his long-lasting and very improved Childish Gambino alias in July 201
"Yes, we are," she tells her and put her in her arms. "Look at that. You can't be mad at it. You can't be mad at it. "Agree.
Anyway, Guava Island is a rom-com about the ravages of capitalism. In less than an hour, it feels more like an over-short movie than an overly-long television episode, which is the very beneficial option, although it leaves its deceptively heavy themes underestimated and its enticing characters (and actors) underpaid.
The fictional Guava island, which was explained in the other by two whimsical animated intros , a lush paradise was designed as an opportunity after "the seven gods of the seven countries created the dueling truths: love and war," said in a stupid appeal redeemed by the fact that the voice in question is Rihanna, she plays a young dreamer named Kofi with a very rum-com-esque secret; Glover plays his gracious boyfriend, Deni, a locally admired musician who runs avoul of Red Cargo, the locally-saved and profitable island dictator. (Red Cargo played by Nonso Anozie, who you may remember from Game of Thrones although there is no way you remember that his character's name was Xaro Xhoan Daxos.)
Deni wants to throw a lively and playful burning music festival for the whole island on Saturday night; Red Cargo, who needs everyone back in their ports and in their factories on Sunday morning, would much prefer Deni not, and will crush a guitar and / or send a killer to make sure Deni doesn't. Therefore, the thriller part of this tropical thriller, a shortened film music and a gentle tragedy in some respects, dominates among them that Rihanna does not sing a note.
Deni borders around the city charms bejesus out of everyone, sings reworked Childish Gambino jam as "Feels Like Summer" and delivers two tons of statements like "America is a concept: Everywhere to get rich you have to make another richer, is America. "He's releasing it there on a lively industrial bridge just before launching in a remix of, yes, his internet and Grammy conquering 2018 smash" This Is America ", a pop song-as-manifesto restored here as a much healthier version of Bjork's factory fantasy in 2000 Dancer in the Dark .
Unfortunately, there is a clue to Guava Island thankfully it is not at all a clue to its scary hot tone, which has the exaggerated concern for Murai's rebellious work on Atlanta . The shot in Cuba makes the place look immensely beautiful even when you are gently chastised to perceive it as a sunny and carefree holiday spot.
Guava Island Saturday edition was linked to Childish Gambino's headlining seen at Coachella Friday night, which itself flaunted its brand mix of abundance and fallen gloom. (Sample stage banter: "All we really have is memories. All we are is the data we pass on to our children, our friends, our families. There is a good chance that at least one of you won't see next week.") The film condemns the idea of working for the man, even though it confirms the release of a movie on Amazon Prime is itself the highest possible way to work for the man. (Not to sound like the guy in the well.) This is Glover's MO, as exemplified by his memorable coarse 2018 New Yorker profile: does playful and idiosyncratic art that nips not so playfully at the bejeweled the hands of the culture-biz overlords who paid for it.
The result here is wonderful escapism that celebrates a tangible feeling that there is no escape. Deni really throws her festival, and his small-scale but monumental performance of "Saturday" turns yet another very silly song into something revealing and almost revolutionary. ("This festival is a life celebration," he says. "I want everyone to feel as free as possible tonight.") There is no time for the script (written by Donald's brother Stephen Glover) to outline Deni or Kofi Much beyond the fact that they are beautiful, restless people are played by beautiful, famous people, like everyone else on the screen. It is wonderful to see Letitia Wright again, even though she is only long enough to work a sewing machine and chat with Rihanna and throw her own improvised factory dance. As the bad guy, Anozie radiates charisma and threatens even if there is not much specificity that drives it.
There are, of course, some specific things: Anozie, the quasi-dictator takes his breakfast while surrounded by seven individually captured birds, and Deni the beautiful dreamer meets an undamaged pivotal moment-way-too obvious metaphors that still work as a series of striking images. Spending more time with these people would deepen the spelling but also probably break it. Guava Island is a breezy fable with rebellious aspirations that are better not to be fully realized; Likewise, for the discerning Amazon Prime subscriber, it gives you whatever you want, which should be left and you want more.