Everybody ought to know by now that Spike Lee is the one of the most racist directors of all time. Somehow, his movies always end up alright in spite of his awful and ironic sentiments, and this movie is no exception. It's actually kind of funny for the most part, because everybody likes to laugh at white supremacists. Especially when they're all dumb rednecks, which is exactly how Spike Lee views every white person.

John David Washington sports a killer afro and sounds exactly like his father. He's the voice and Adam Driver is the vessel to infiltrate the klan and the progression is fairly entertaining for the most part, but it starts to get preachy at the end before it all falls apart.

For those less astute individuals, the title of this movie contains three letters that ought to give you an idea why this movie was made: BlacKkKlansman


Don't you just hate it when an otherwise good movie turns to complete horse shit in the closing moments? We had a decent 1970s biopic on our hands, it wrapped itself up, and then it turned into an anti-Trump PSA by (in a typical CNN manner) playing footage completely out of context. Yes, the movie was racially motivated by then current events, but the final message was so incredibly forced and heavy-handed that this movie ends up being another piece of racial propaganda bullshit that wants me to feel guilty for being white.