Sinners

But Sammie is an exceptionally good guitar player, the sort of musician, an eerie voiceover informs us over the film’s opening credits, who can not only pierce the veil between past, present, and future but also, if he’s not careful, attract the attention of some truly unsavory forces. Or, rather, they do: No sooner do the twins and their coterie of friends begin the festivities than a knock comes on the club’s door. It was annihilated by rejecting Frederick Douglass’ wise counsel and replacing pride, particularism, and the joys of tribal loyalties with the gauzy promise of universal, cosmopolitan liberalism and its miracle cures, which have turned out to be poison.

Author: Tablet

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