Some political leaders pointed to the sitcom as a potentially unifying balm. On top of its L.A.-specific poetry - a pounding litany of freeway exits observations of burning bougainvillea and jacaranda - Smith astutely weaves in pop-culture references, among them the jarring reminder that the final episode of the much-celebrated Cosby Show aired during the riots. Some of the other new documentaries about the riots have included the “can we get along” speech in its revelatory entirety with his actor’s artistry, Smith deepens the impact in his aching rendition. Only the bookending sections were written in advance, mainly because they’re other people’s work: the words of the aforementioned Willie D and of King himself, in the statement he made to the press during the riots, oft-misquoted in watered-down sound-bite form. To say that Smith wrote the play isn’t quite accurate remarkably, he developed most of it through improvisation. He rescues from the dust pile of amnesia a number of details that have been lost in repeated tellings of the story, some of them harrowing, like the metal plate implanted behind King’s pulverized right eye socket so that the eye wouldn’t “slip back into your brain.” Eventually he’ll share some of the online vitriol against King from people, black as well as white, who refuse to see King as anything more than a criminal, or a fool.Ĭhanneling various nameless characters, Smith delivers an intense rush of info and emotion, shifting gears and slowing down only after eight minutes, with the clanging wallop of the metal baton strikes that left King permanently damaged. Smith takes none of the conventional wisdom or mainstream reporting about King at face value, and he kick-starts the drama with a burst of anger - the first words he utters are “f- you,” quoting rap lyrics by rapper Willie D that label King a sellout. It isn’t long before Smith is visibly sweating in the New York heat. On a summer night at Lower Manhattan’s East River Park, Smith begins, barefoot on an unadorned stage, in a rectangle of cool white light representing the backyard pool where King died (the film opens with audio of the heartrending 911 call from his girlfriend). Under the unfussy helm of Lee and director of photography Daniel Patterson, with strong contributions from editor Randy Wilkins, the film comprises a potent single-take, 10-camera recording of Smith’s play. 'Let It Fall: Los Angeles 1982-1992': Film Review
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