Blue Like Jazz Movie Review

Amy and I just returned from seeing the movie Blue Like Jazz. My pragmatic side questioned the wisdom of a five hours trip to see movie that weighs in under two hour long. I’m glad I did.
Blue Like Jazz is the highly fictionalized story of Don Miller’s experience at Reed College, drawing heavily from themes and characters found in Miller’s NYT’s bestselling memoir of the same name. The screen play was written by Miller and Steve Taylor and directed by Taylor himself.
The story begins deep in the heart the Bible Belt. Miller is a pious Southern Baptist who adores his single mother and volunteers as a youth volunteer. However, the youth group “lock-in” scene lets us know that the spiritual of Don’s tribe has its excesses. It’s filled with perfunctory confessions, high levels of sugar, and seventh graders establishing their place in the subculture with inauthentic tales of religious experience.
Don interprets an unforgivable betrayal as hypocrisy and gets himself as far from Texas as possible. He drives is ancient boat of a car to Portland, Oregon and enrolls at Reed College. Reed has the reputation for being “the most godless campus in America.” The campus hosts highly intelligent hipsters, bohemians, and hipster bohemians. Don’s cloistered world is shattered with outspoken lesbians, wacky shenanigans, and a prevailing assumption that religious fundamentalism– particularly that of a Christian stripe– is dangerous to society.
At this point the film stalls a bit, like the clumsy transmission of Don’s ancient car. Don’s worldview is being destabilized and we need the depiction of Reed to understand his culture shock. But compared to the taunt opening of the film, the momentum felt stalled. We drift from high-jinx, to anti-Christian rant, to scenes of alcohol consumption, all the while unsure how the story is supposed to advance. The repeated Rabbit and Sexy Rabbit motif felt like an inside joke for Miller fans.
Gratefully, the movie finds a higher gear and Don is propelled into conflict. Wounded by trusted curators of his own faith, he’s drawn to people that his religious tribe would brand as being sinners and outsiders. He is unable to demonize his new friends and finds himself doubting what the church taught him. If the church was wrong about his friends, then perhaps it is wrong about God as well. Continue Reading…


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