Just like Aunt Dicey's laundry service, "Pinky" completely whitewashes the horrors and systemic racism faced by black people in the United States - to the extent that a Caucasian woman is even portraying a light-skinned African American.
While it's commendable that Crain careers out of her safe lane by deviating from her all-American, ingénue roles, she is unquestionably out of her depth in this emotionally charged movie. Her superficial and shallow portrayal of Pinky, a young black girl who passes for white, is neither convincing nor endearing. Although you want to empathise with Pinky, it's impossible to escape the fact that the actress playing her cannot do her plight justice at all. I do not blame Crain for this - it is a casting error. Lena Horne or Dorothy Dandridge would have been better placed to take on the mantle.
The story is all over the place, and I'm not entirely clear what Kazan was trying to accomplish. The romantic subplot between Pinky and a white doctor - who knows nothing about her black heritage - is so secondary and almost forgotten until the end. It's like it's been shoehorned to make this movie not just about race, but about love. I felt "Pinky" was trying to be all things to all people and, in the end, became nothing to anyone.
However, the supporting performances by the two Ethels rescue this movie from becoming an unnavigable mess. They are terrific and thoroughly deserving of their Oscar nominations. Waters, especially, who plays Pinky's granny commands the screen with not only her physical presence, but sad eyes which, alone, bespeak the struggles, prejudices, and racism endured by black people in the United States.
I'm not sure what I expected from "Pinky" and having watched it, I still don't know what I got from it. It must be stressed that this was 1949, and Hollywood had (and still does have) a long way to go in authentic black storytelling. This movie did, and does little, to advance that cause.
While it's commendable that Crain careers out of her safe lane by deviating from her all-American, ingénue roles, she is unquestionably out of her depth in this emotionally charged movie. Her superficial and shallow portrayal of Pinky, a young black girl who passes for white, is neither convincing nor endearing. Although you want to empathise with Pinky, it's impossible to escape the fact that the actress playing her cannot do her plight justice at all. I do not blame Crain for this - it is a casting error. Lena Horne or Dorothy Dandridge would have been better placed to take on the mantle.
The story is all over the place, and I'm not entirely clear what Kazan was trying to accomplish. The romantic subplot between Pinky and a white doctor - who knows nothing about her black heritage - is so secondary and almost forgotten until the end. It's like it's been shoehorned to make this movie not just about race, but about love. I felt "Pinky" was trying to be all things to all people and, in the end, became nothing to anyone.
However, the supporting performances by the two Ethels rescue this movie from becoming an unnavigable mess. They are terrific and thoroughly deserving of their Oscar nominations. Waters, especially, who plays Pinky's granny commands the screen with not only her physical presence, but sad eyes which, alone, bespeak the struggles, prejudices, and racism endured by black people in the United States.
I'm not sure what I expected from "Pinky" and having watched it, I still don't know what I got from it. It must be stressed that this was 1949, and Hollywood had (and still does have) a long way to go in authentic black storytelling. This movie did, and does little, to advance that cause.
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