There were film festivals in the past when I was up until 3am writing about that night's films. But the Festival is reduced this year after two years of mostly virtual festival and my coverage is also reduced. So tonight I'm just going to give brief comments on the two films we saw. They deserve more, but this will have to do.
The second film The King of Kings was a documentary by Harriet Marin Jones who first learned about her grandfather, Edward Jones when she was 17 on the way to university in the United States. And what an amazing story it is. Edward Jones' father was a well-to-do Black Baptist preacher in Mississippi who moved his family to Chicago in 1919 after the KKK showed up at his house. There he had some odd jobs while going to Northwestern University, but transferred to Howard University to avoid the discrimination he felt at Northwestern. When he returned to Chicago and got into the numbers business - what was called "Policy." For a nickel people in the poor Black community could buy the hope of money for a decent dinner and for a few even getting rich. Jones got rich and stayed pretty much off the radar of the white mob because his money business was in the Black community. Again, to avoid discrimination, he moved his family to Paris, but then back to Chicago as WW II begins. He moved the family again, this time to Mexico.
Marin's family history becomes a wild tale about the richest Black man in the US, and one of the richest men in the US. Essentially, his illegal business - running a numbers game = became legal much later when the State took it over and called it a lottery.
Marin came to the festival from France and answered questions after the film. Aside from the incredible story, I was also taken by how she put the film together - particularly the use of animation of photos. Not animating the people, but how the pictures were animated in relation to each other - almost like a moving collage. It was unique and added greatly to the telling of the story. Here's more on Jones and the film maker from the Block Club Chicago.
There was one more film staring at 9pm - well later because the discussions after the first two films went way over time (and it was worth it) - but as much as I'd have liked to stay, I needed to get to bed at a reasonable time tonight.
Both films tonight continue a theme of bringing stories of outsiders as told by the outsiders themselves.
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