Honeydripper
Writer/Director: John Sayles
Cert: PG
Time: 2 hrs 4 mins
At a little over two hours in length you might think that a gentle film like Honeydripper, in which very little seems to happen, would be dull. Which would be wrong as this fine John Sayles fable clearly demonstrates.
Set in 1950’s Alabama, the main narrative follows the plight of Tyrone Purvis (Danny Glover) proprietor of the Honeydripper Lounge. Deep in debt and with credit drying up Tyrone places his faith in a last ditch attempt and save his ailing club. He books New Orleans Sam, a renowned guitarist, to draw in the crowds. But when said Sam fails to show he is forced to turn to Sonny Blake a young drifter with nothing to his name but big dreams and a strange wire dangling object in his guitar case.
Around this tale are woven a number of subplots involving convicts, cotton pickers, a privileged but bored white housewife, a strange religious sect, shady landlords and a corrupt and racist sheriff menacingly played by Stacy Keach. Each subplot is broken down into bite sized chunks, just long enough to provide depth but short enough to maintain the pace. And what we get is a fascinating insight into the life of the black community in pre Civil Rights America where they handled the daily unfairness of life in the Deep South with remarkable equanimity.
If I have a criticism it is that the end is typical Hollywood as Tyrone, with the odds stacked so heavily against him, prevails in triumphant fashion. But that is perhaps being churlish since every now and again there is nothing wrong with the feel good effects of a bit of escapism.
3/5
CA