There used to be a comedian named Louis Ck who had a standup bit about the historical upside of being white.
“Here’s how great it is to be white,” he would say.
“I could get in a time machine and go to any time and it would be fucking awesome when I get there.
That is exclusively a white privilege — Black people can’t fuck with time machines.” Justin Benson and Aaron Moorhead’s dense and dingy sci-fi thriller “Synchronic” is, among far too many other things, the story of a Black man who fucks with a time machine.
Complications ensue.This isn’t the first film to broach the subject (“Men in Black III” and Martin Lawrence’s “Black Knight” are just two of the more famous examples), and yet few of them have been as pointed or philosophical about the relationship between race and nostalgia.
“Synchronic” may
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