If you don’t know who Jocko Sims is, I hope you get to know him soon. Finally, a movie with an all African-American cast that doesn’t culturally isolate the viewer. Finally, a movie not simply about depression but about Complex Post Traumatic Stress Disorder – and I don’t fault anyone who didn’t recognize it as such. I think only those people who suffer from the disorder will find themselves clawing at the sofa with its familiarity. I wonder if the director read Judith Herman because he ripped the script straight from her diagnostic theories. I thank him for that.
This is, if you haven’t figured out already, not a light movie. It is predictable, at times. Sometimes, the film crosses into shameful cliche, but please don’t let that stop you. This is an important film, not just to shed light on talented black actors playing universal roles, not because I haven’t found one review by any of the major movie reviewers, but because this film has a dedication at the end. Because there is an admittance and justice and if you know anyone who suffers from CPTSD due to childhood trauma, ask them if the person who violated or abused them ever admitted their crimes. Ask them about justice. Did it serve them? Ask.
The answer is always no. Joco Sims will break your heart and then he’ll put it back together again.