The Butler, with Forest Whitaker, Oprah Winfrey & David Oyelowo. Lee Daniels, director. I knew what this was going to be, going in. However; it was necessary to see, just to be sure. All the ridiculous politically-liberal hype, preceding this monstrosity; all the fawning civil rights industry BS & Winfrey’s own petty slamming of US Conservatives, in order to sell her posterior to make a buck – created a gigantic sign post. On that banner it said to me, “Here is a Liberal film that is guaranteed to revisit what is past, slam the opponents of those that are the current masters of US Blacks, The Democrats, & purposely paint former conservative American presidents as somehow, not being as good & wonderful as the Democratic Party icons that graced the White House in all their precious splendor.”
Whitaker, a talented actor last reviewed here in The Last Stand, was the perfect puppet in this exercise in nostalgic vomit. Winfrey also, using her considerable skills, made this film a quality propaganda piece with Oyelowo, British, bringing up the caboose in this insipid cup of weakness.
All I can say, through my disgust & low priority anger is, the moral of this play is; keep on kicking a dead horse because it’s there until it’s decayed & everyone’s dead. A grand old pat yourself on the back nothing, filled with actors known for their liberal leanings & socialist agendas. Including a cameo by Hanoi Jane playing a Nancy Reagan; who, if just a decade younger, would have excoriated her until there was no life left in her whining, traitorous body. Such a cowardly act & she knows it. Contrary to casual rhetoric, from her part, to the contrary.
Avoid this film, like the plague. It’s all about discussion & feelings, dabbling in shoring up what’s left of support for the likes of Jesse Jackson & Sharpton – for if there was no constant rehashing of the crimes of the past; there would be no need for these hypocritical scum & their lies.
It is a disease to see everything through the prism of race.
So, let it be.