Yes, we’re going to see CSA: The Movie tonight, but I’m trying to squeeze Dave Chappelle’s Block Party into the schedule and budget as well.

I’ll have to post my reflections on both films when the opportunity arises, but this review, highlighting the theological implications of Block Party caught my eye.

See you at the movies……….

Entertainment Weekly: Movie Review by Owen Gleiberman

The college marching band, that benignly regimented music machine, has enjoyed a bit of a legacy in pop music, probably dating back to the title track of Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk. But it isn’t often you get to hear a marching band as supercharged and low-down, as rudely alive, as the one in Dave Chappelle’s Block Party. On a makeshift stage at the end of a wide, crumbling alleyway in Brooklyn’s Bedford-Stuyvesant neighborhood, Kanye West, looking casually dapper in a black T-shirt, sport coat, and gold chains, his body coiling and tensing to the beat, raps in what can only be described as a holy fury. At first, before you adjust to the velocity of his words, you may think that he’s engaged in some sort of wily verbal assault. But then, just behind him, you catch the crooning of John Legend, as well as a chanted chorus (”Je-sus walks! Jesus walks!”) underscored by the stately, ominous hot-funk bounce of Ohio’s Central State University band, whose players are arranged on the avenue nearby. West’s rap is nothing less than a shout-out to God, and as you take in his confession, plus Legend’s soaring plaint, plus the majestic blaring and swaying of the CSU band, the music surges to an ecstatic peak. All of a sudden, you remember what it’s like when a concert movie isn’t just glorified music-television fodder but, rather, an event that can restore your faith.

For the rest, click here: Block Party Review

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