An examination of some of the issues raised by director Steve McQueen’s newest film, including its historical, cultural, and spiritual implications.
I did not go to see 12 Years a Slave intending to write about it, but as much for myself as for others, I feel a need to do so now. What I saw was not an ordinary film. I knew before I went in that it would prompt a great deal of philosophical pondering, but perhaps even this expectation has proved to be too small.
The film tells the story of Solomon Northrup according to his 1853 autobiography. A free black man living in New York state, he was deceived and abducted into slavery while on a trip to Washington, D.C. For the next twelve years, he witnessed the horrors of slavery on multiple plantations in Louisiana, until finally a chance encounter allowed him to press his legal case and earn back his freedom. It’s the kind of amazing true story that screenwriters would normally dream about, but the darkness of the subject matter is likely part of the reason that no filmmaker has attempted the feat until now. Continue reading