San Francisco has ten Black people.
Okay, it has more than ten Black people, but the scarcity
of Negro's in the city of St. Francis was ever present
throughout the film, Medicine for Melancholy.
When I lived in Oakland last year, there were a few times that I
felt like the only Black girl on Mission street. I made due by hanging
out in Revolution Cafe and blogging.
Medicine for Melancholy is about what happens when two
Black people, a man and a woman,
have a one night stand in San Francisco,
and stumble through spending the rest of the weekend
together. Talk about attack of the borderless relationships.
But it is also about gentrification, class identity, interracial
relationships, infidelity, work and Blackness.
The sound track is awesome, I spotted a Madlib joint,
and the credits confirmed it.
In fact, I don't think I have seen Black people in a city, in a Black
and white theatrical release, since Spike's She's Gotta Have It.
I won't give the end away, but I will say that I am happy that
the woman had agency. Awesome.