🎬 The Director’s Shelf — Barry Jenkins

🎬 The Director’s Shelf — Entry No. 2

Softness as Cinematic Resistance.

They say the camera doesn’t lie. But in Barry Jenkins’ hands, it dreams.

There’s something almost biblical about how he films Black skin—holy, lit from within, kissed by moonlight and metaphors. In Moonlight, he reminded us that masculinity can cry. In If Beale Street Could Talk, he made love feel like jazz—slow, aching, and utterly alive.

Jenkins doesn’t just direct. He romanticizes. He reclaims softness as a form of survival, a kind of intimacy that doesn’t need to shout to leave you speechless. If I were a scene in his film, I’d be the silent glance between strangers that says everything.

He holds a sacred space on my shelf. Right between Baldwin and Basquiat.