Still Posse

Watched Posse again the other night—that 1993 Mario Van Peebles film where the whole mythology of the American west gets rewritten with Black gunslingers and outlaws at the center. It’s the kind of movie that feels more true than most accounts of actual history, which is probably the point. I’d forgotten how much fun it is, how unserious in the best way. The action’s a little stiff, the dialogue cracks, the villains are cartoonish. None of it matters because the film knows exactly what it’s doing: showing you a world where Black men get to be the cool ones, the dangerous ones, the ones in control. It’s been decades now and that still feels radical, which says something grim about cinema. I’m not going to pretend it’s a masterpiece, but it’s essential—one of those movies that does more than entertain. It reminds you what movies are actually for.