Blacula and nem

I recently watched the movie “Blacula” for my class at UCLA called The Sunken Place: Racism, Survival & the Black Horror Aesthetic. I started off liking the movie because it started off on the good foot. The opening contained great dialogue and initially focused on an honorable man, an African prince named Mamuwalde and his wife Luva from the Ibani tribe, being led into a room after a dinner party in Transylvania. The owner of the house, an important white man (a racist Dracula) who had some affect on legislation, was asked by Mamuwalde to abolish the slave trade. The white man refuses, sees no reason to do so because he believes black people are inferior and things should continue as they were. Got it. The issue was that centuries later, maybe 15 minutes into the movie, none of this is brought up or explained or is picked up where it left off. The movie turns into a love story of some sort. Anyway, it lost me. I also did not like to see all these black people hurt because of some white man putting a curse on a black man. I wanted punishment for the white racist Dracula, or at least redemption, perhaps a reverse curse where the Blacula attacks white racist folks or white folks period—something that would tie in the story we met in the beginning. I did not like seeing the beautiful black sisters getting hurt. I know it’s a movie but dang. Then the cold ass line from the white police officer, “Who would ever wanna dig up a dead fag?” Cold stuff.
I will say Vonetta McGee who played Luva and Denise Nicolas who played her sister Michelle, were fine as hell. Whew. Praise Jesus! They were the part of the movie I did enjoy.
I learned from Prof. Due that the director of the film, Willian Crane, was 23-years-old when he made the movie. Which is the same age John Singleton was when he directed “Boys N the Hood.” Proud of him. I also read William was a UCLA alumnus. Cool.
I finally read a book by Octavia Butler. “Fledgling.” She’s an interesting writer who indeed knows how to tell a story. It was a slow-paced read, and although there may not be more than one or two climatic moments in the story, I did want to read on. I did wonder throughout if Shori would ever get her memory back. I was rooting for her the whole time. I also wanted more punishment for the Silks family but that’s cool. Ostracism is a great form of punishment.