Most days, you watch movies to be entertained. Today was not one of those days. I mean, it started out that way, but I soon realized what I was in for with Call Me Lucky and I wasn’t particularly happy about it.
You get truly lucky when something assaults you with cold hard truths. Call Me Lucky is not an entertaining movie, meaning it’s purpose is not to entertain. What it is, is an important movie. It confronts you and doesn’t let you turn away from reality like fiction does. It makes you hate the injustice that pervades this country on a daily basis.
I know. Pretty heavy for a documentary about a stand-up comic, right?
I consider myself fairly worldly, in that I pay attention to the world around me and don’t shy away from reality. Somehow, I had never heard of Barry Crimmins until I read something about this movie. Shame on me. This is his story. It’s awful, beautiful and compelling and awe-inspiring and will leave you hoping and praying(if you’re into that) that we are capable and willing as a species to stand up and defend the defenseless. To call bullshit on every form of platitude and too easy dismissal of victims of injustice and to truly understand that abuse in any form can not be tolerated or pushed aside by any institution. It will make you angry. And that’s a good thing.
I’m not going to bore you with a rundown of this film, because, frankly, it transcends any real kind of film criticism. I will say that I laughed and cried in equal measure. It’s an absolute gut punch of a film and should be seen by everyone. Call me Lucky is simply the best movie of 2015 and one of the most important movies of all time. Check it out on Netflix right now.