
Don't judge me.
If I only had to watch one Oscar nominee this year, I would have liked for it to have been this one. Moonlight is such a beautiful film. Someone I read had described it as a tonal poem and they're not wrong. It's hard to even come up with a synopsis that does it justice.
A withdrawn, emotionally abused Miami boy (Alex Hibbert) is taken in by the world's nicest crack dealer, Juan (Mahershala Ali), as a surrogate father, but soon realizes that Juan is also the one who sells crack to the boy's mother (Naomie Harris). He grows into a troubled teen (Ashton Sanders) struggling with his own identity and sexuality, before becoming a man (Trevante Rhodes) who has embraced all the things he once abhorred.
You are doing yourself a disservice if you don't see this movie. At the very least, this should win Best Adapted Screenplay, but I wouldn't rule it out for Best Director, and maybe Best Picture. I'm turning off my phone so there are no spoilers for the actual winners, because I turn the ceremony on about half an hour late so I can fast forward through all the commercials. I guess we'll all find out in about three hours.
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