The linked text is a spittle-flecked review of “A Wrinkle in Time” wherein Federalist contributor, James Dawson, uses his discovery that movie adaptations often diverge liberally from their source material as a release for his extreme displeasure with the notion of a diverse cast. It is quite a wild ride.
Teenage Meg Murry and her mother, both white like the rest of their family in the 1962 “A Wrinkle in Time” novel, are portrayed in this film version by black actresses Storm Reid and Gugu Mbatha-Raw. Dad is played by Caucasian Chris Pine. Because Meg’s precocious younger brother Charles Wallace is played by Filipino-American Deric McCabe, this results in the absurdity of the character now being identified as adopted, presumably because it would be hard to believe he could be the product of Mbatha-Raw and Pine’s union. Twin brothers from the book are missing entirely from the movie, which may be a blessing, considering that political correctness probably would have dictated they be played by a Native American dwarf and a disabled transsexual.
LOL, gross, amirite? Anyway, the review is basically a list of ways in which the movie deviates from the book interspersed with bizarre passages about…hair…?
Changing Meg and her mom’s race may have been DuVernay’s attempt to promote the illusion of a universe in which such changes don’t and shouldn’t matter, but that aim is subverted by moments that take on unintended meanings in this new context. Meg’s white friend Calvin (Levi Miller) twice mentions that he likes her hair, which is a huge explosion of curls. Coming from a white boy to a black girl, the compliment has a different implication than if both teens were white. Similarly, when Meg is shown a vision of an idealized makeover of herself that she could become if she gives in to nefarious temptation (a scene not in the book), the fact that her doppelganger’s hair is unnaturally straight and flat comes off like a racist insult to the hair she was born with.
*Backs away slowly*
If you don’t click just know that Mr. Dawson has a side job writing explicit erotic fiction that features underage girls. Trigger warning, actually.
So, anyway, that’s who’s writing movie reviews at The Federalist these days.
Enjoy your Thursday evening!