Hollywood is smart enough to know that the nigger can no longer be synonymous with unmitigated evil, so it?s flipped the script and made black folk ? men and women ? spiritual mammies to white folk. Since white folk?s anxiety has to be quelled, familiar representations of blackness are being dusted off and given a retooled soundtrack, and it?s all good, yo. In truth, it?s containment passed off as celebration. These days, to shop and fuck across a Benetton rainbow of options is what passes for relevant, even progressive American cinema.
LA Weekly reports on the “the magical, mystical Negro best friend?: