‘Detroit,’ it could be argued, is the story of race and racism in America, bursting onto our screens at a painful moment in America’s painful history. Think Charlottesville, think of Trump’s pardoning of Sheriff Arpaio, think of – how many? – black motorists in towns across the US pulled over and shot for some (sometimes imagined) traffic offence.
But this movie, of course, is set fifty years ago, in 1967, during the Detroit riots: that tells you something right there, doesn’t it? Focusing close-up, in almost unbearable detail, on the murder by police of three young black men at the Algiers Motel, it almost defies words.
So I won’t give you any. All I’ll say is, go see it.
Director: Kathryn Bigelow
Verdict: You can’t bear to watch it. You can’t help watching it.
Your tipple of choice? No booze. This movie leaves you stone cold sober.