Cory Bowles’ film Black Cop proves that for a film to be a welcome addition to a festival, (which it totally and absolutely is), it doesn’t necessarily have to be believable or even really understood as a narrative construct.
I admire the hell out of Black Cop from its incendiary title to its opening sequence to its powerful performance by Ronnie Rowe Jr. as, yes, Black Cop. But that doesn’t mean that I like it. In fact, I don’t particularly enjoy it, because following the aforementioned opening sequence, the film seems to mine the same joke and idea over and over again, never transcending its sense of social satire. Listen, any time that someone can turn such a racially charged issue into light comedy should be commended, and Bowles has done an incredible job of doing so, turning what could have been a chore into something more dynamic. But the repeated shots of Rowe in the car, the three part structure, (though a Fela Kuti quote was welcome), and Trailer Park Boys aesthetic wear quickly.