"The Last Black Man In San Francisco": A Meandering And Often Challenging Story, With No Real Payoff

"The Last Black Man In San Francisco": Movie Review

"The Last Black Man In San Fransisco" is a true to life love story dedicated to the city of SF, specifically about two black men trying to take back what is rightfully theirs. It's heart is in the right place, but the film is a meandering and often challenging story, with no real meaningful payoff. This is a product of a film that has no real purpose, except to manipulate your senses and to shove its agenda driven perspective in your face into your pleading for no more.

Jimmie Falls, which the story is factually based on, and his friend Montgomery Allen (Jonathan Majors) discover the inner soul of SF with a breezy and yet intriguing quirkiness. The music sweeps  each scene with glee, and the gorgeously shot cinematography is a significant factor of it's main accomplishments. It's sense of place is truly something to fall for, and the beautifully heartwarming connection between Allen's grandfather (Danny Glover) is sweet and warm.

However, "The Last Black Man In San Fransisco" plunges into feeding it's inner conscious, by spreading it's agenda filled message down your throat. The soul of the film is subsequently misplaced into being unpleasant in its execution.

There's a wonderful scene in the movie where Jimmie Falls is waiting patiently at a bus stop, and an entirely nude man approaches Falls to sit next to him. As this odd but seemingly realistic scene transpires, a trolley passes by with a group of millennials dancing to "Somebody To Love". This is a prime example of a twenty minute period where the film hits it's absolute apex. But it apparently couldn't maintain it's amusing and light nature, and transports the script into a dark and ugly spot, that frankly, was not enjoyable to experience.

2 Stars Out Of 4