REVIEW: RED HOOK SUMMER has been the talk of the Sundance Film Festival over the last few days, but not in a good way. Given that it’s a Spike Lee joint, there was a whole lot of interest in this going in, especially with his returning him to his Brooklyn roots, and even, in a few short scenes, allowing to to reprise his role of Mookie from DO THE RIGHT THING (Mook’s still delivering pizzas for Sal).
Running a lengthy 130 minutes (it feels twice as long), I’m not exaggerating when I say at least an hour of the running time is devoted to Enoch’s lengthy sermons at his Little Piece of Heaven church. If you thought the sermon in RED STATE was long, you ain’t seen nothing yet. These scenes allow Lee to comment on everything from socialized medicine, to the recession, to Barack Obama, but while interesting (to a degree), I wasn’t in the mood to be preached at, which is what a lot of RED HOOK SUMMER feels like.
But then- in the last thirty minutes, Lee throws us a massive curveball, and all of a sudden it becomes a lot more interesting. It has to do with a revelation involving Enoch, and from there, the film actually becomes quite good, even if at this point it’s too little too late. Too much of the film is a mess for it to be redeemable towards the end, although if Lee were to shorten the film by a good forty minutes, and erase some of the omnipresent score (by Bruce Hornsby, which is good- but constant), it might help things a bit.
However, the one guy you can’t criticize is THE WIRE’s Clarke Peters, who’s nothing short of incredible as Enoch. Sermonizing, Peters is on fire, even if the sequences themselves are way too long and tedious. In the last section of the film, Peters pulls off a number of very difficult scenes, and I really think he gives an awards-worthy performance even if the film lets him down.
I’m tempted to say RED HOOK SUMMER is worth seeing just for Peters and the last part of the film, but I dunno, for over 100 minutes, it’s an ordeal. Perhaps in a shorter cut it might work a bit better, but in it’s present form it’s a mess, and one of the real misfires of the festival.