Serves him right for perpetuating infantile stereotypes, as his life was apparently darker than the signature role that cemented his celebrity. I hate The Green Mile and will always hate it. Just because Stephen King taps into white paternalism to make blacks seem like overgrown children and it becomes a popular guilt trip, doesn't mean it should be a daily staple of the American diet. I am not a huge fan of Grisham's legal pot boilers either, but A Time to Kill gets significantly closer to the truth. I touched on these issues lightly in 2011, and I am still tapping egg shells here, but when I am able to take the time I intend to do more than pelt car windows with yolk.
It occurred to me that perhaps I should mention the one episode of Finder I viewed, and though recognized as a send up on procedurals, found intolerable; it is interesting to note, however, the tokenism transposition, with the white actors operating within black strata. This is nothing new in television after the apex of the civil rights movement. From the little I saw, Duncan brought nothing to the table. I will concede that King's allegorical pastel, in the film, was heightened, larger than life.
In "The Finder," apparently no one was home.
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