Warning: This article contains spoilers. Near the end of Sinners, there is a moment that Hollywood rarely permits. The character Smoke guns down a gang of Ku Klux Klan members who have come to murder his people — and then, with hands still trembling, he cradles his newborn child in his arms. Watching it, something strange and powerful stirred within me — as if the film were bending time…
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