A spiritual sequel to The Watermelon Woman I didn’t know we needed. A non-fiction coming of age parable for being Black and femme on the internet . Something like watching theory become practice in real time (shoutout to Hartman and critical fabulation). So much to say about memes as embodied knowledge, our parasocial relationships online, the right to opacity, Black folks relation to a tech-dominated society that needs us but doesn’t need us. What Jazmin, Olivia, and collaborators have crafted here is a very special, one of a kind film viewing experience that I can’t wait to re-watch and re-watch. Inspired and invigorating!

Absorbs you in the craft of the icon. Exceptional archival footage & editing techniques that’ll make you want to stay in Luther’s discography for days afterward (what I’m planning to do, at least). Troubled by how much of this skirts around his sexuality, and in turn, how he felt unable to live a life of love that most of his songs traverse — but I don’t know what more I could ask for from a doc in posthumously paying homage to his impact on Black music writ large.