07-05-2025
- Entertainment
- New York Times
‘Sinners' and Beyoncé Battle the Vampires. And the Gatekeepers, Too.
When Beyoncé wails, in the opening moments of her 'Cowboy Carter' album, that 'them big ideas are buried here,' I've imagined 'big' standing in for 'racist' but have never hit pause to wonder about the GPS coordinates. That song's called 'Ameriican Requiem,' so the cemetery is everywhere. And yet partway through Ryan Coogler's hit 'Sinners,' I thought, Oh, this is where 'here' is, inside a movie about a 1932 juke joint whose music is so soulful that vampires, who are also a white minstrel trio, want to suck its blood.
She's envisioning utopia — a place where a Black woman feels free to make any kind of music she wants, including country. He's imagined a nightmare in which Black art is doomed to be coveted before it's ever just simply enjoyed. She's defying the gatekeepers. He's arguing that some gates definitely need to be kept. To that end, the movie keeps a gag running wherein vampire etiquette requires a verbal invitation to enter the club, leading to comic scenes of clearly possessed, increasingly itchy soul junkies standing in a doorway begging to be let in. People have been calling certain white performers interested in Black music vampires for years. Here's a movie that literalizes the metaphor with an audacity that's thrilling in its obviousness and redundancy.
There's never a bad time for good pop art. There's never a bad time for Black artists to provide it. But these here times? Times of hatchet work and so-called wood-chipping; of chain saws, as both metaphor and dispiriting political prop; a time of vandalistic racial gaslighting. These times might call for an excessive pop art that takes on too much, that wants to be gobbled up and dug into, an art that isn't afraid to boast I am this country, while also doing some thinking about what this country is. These here times might call for Black artists to provide that, too, to offer an American education that feels increasingly verboten. That's not art's strong suit, pointing at chalkboards. But if school systems are being bullied into coddling snowflakes, then perhaps, on occasion, art should be hitting you upside the head and dancing on your nose.
