Film

Daughters of the Dust

Name: Daughters of the Dust
Genre: Drama, Romance
Released: 1991
Cast: Cora Lee Day, Alva Rogers, Barbara O. Jones, Trula Hoosier, Umar Abdurrahamn

Julie Dash's hypnotic, painterly account of a Gullah family on the eve of the Great Migration, told less as story than as ceremony — voices overlapping, time drifting between the living and the unborn. It's slow, sensory, and uninterested in conventional plot; watch it for the indigo-blue photography and the way memory becomes inheritance. Patient viewers get something few American films even attempt.

TMDb rating

6.3

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