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The Color Purple, directed by Steven Spielberg, chronicles the struggles of a black southern woman growing up in the early 1900’s in a world riddled with prejudice, sexism and poverty. Whoppie Goldberg, in her first leading role, commands a list of quality performers.
Oprah Winfrey, Danny Glover and Maya Angelou are all members of this 1984 drama, making it one of the first feature films with the majority of its cast to be African American, to transcend the racial lines and be considered a film worthy of Academy recognition. This being said, though Goldberg clearly commanded this stellar cast of actors, she was only nominated as ‘Best SUPPORTING Actress’ for her role.
The movie starts out in a lovely field of purple, where two girls are playing. They are playing the stereotypical ‘patty-cake’ game as done by most young children. The bright sun and field of purple help give a since of playfulness and innocence, and as the faces of the children are the only things that are shown, the two run to a clearing where their bodies are exposed, as well as their innocence.. We see that one of the children, Celie is with child.
The innocence is immediately taken away, which a fitting seg-way into the next scene is with is dark and dreary, of her giving birth to her child, which is immediately taken away by her father. The shocking truths do not end there. It just gets worse from this moment on. In the next few things, the story of Celie unfolds.
We quickly find out that her child that she had given birth to was her father’s child and sold away to family that was not able to have children. A suitor visits the home, in hopes of marrying Nettie, Celie’s younger and prettier sister, but Celie’s father is non too plus in getting rid of Celie first, and gives his consent to have her married, to a man how did not love her.
Read my entire published review here.
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