A meditation on James Baldwin's 1948 trip to Paris, where he found a home and began to write.
This is a black and white film told with a driving jazz score that is more about feelings than facts. Yes Baldwin wanders through the film, and there is some attempt at narrative sequences, however the truth is those are the weakest parts of the film. This is a film that work bests on mood.
Running just over an hour the film is an interesting footnote.
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