Film School: Bill Duke on the Making of His Essential ’90s Thriller Deep Cover

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Bill Duke on the Making of His Essential ’90s Thriller Deep Cover
By Matt Zoller Seitz@mattzollerseitz

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The director contemplates the legacy of his ’92 neo-noir about cops and criminals, and what he sees in the protests sweeping the country today. Photo: New Line Cinema
Bill Duke’s 1992 film Deep Cover is a time capsule, but it is also timeless. Adapted from a book by former DEA agent Michael Levine and transformed into a neo-noir undercover-cop thriller by screenwriters Henry Bean and Michael Tolkin, the film tells the story of Police Officer Russell Stevens (Laurence Fishburne), who wants to fight crime to subsume the trauma of the childhood death of his father, a petty junkie and armed robber. Stevens impersonates a drug dealer (under the name John Hull) to bring down a cartel but becomes immersed in the life — to the point where he and a cartel lawyer, David Jason (Jeff Goldblum), hatch a scheme to manufacture and distribute a variant of cocaine that provides the same levels of energy but none of the attendant problems. Complications, as they say, ensue. In advance of this week’s Friday Night Movie Club screening of Deep Cover, hosted on Twitter by Vulture staff writer Angelica Jade Bastién, we spoke to Duke about the making of his ’90s thriller, the importance of a moral compass in his film about cops and criminals, and the hope he sees in the protests sweeping the country today.

How did you come to direct Deep Cover?
Well, first of all, Deep Cover was a book. It was written by a drug-enforcement agent, Michael Levine. He was great at his job, but after a while he realized that the drugs were not being made or brought in locally. He had been going after people in the neighborhood. The more he did the job and the more he learned, the more he realized that there was a lot more to it.

Yes. There’s a 1991 profile of him where he says, “There is no drug war. It’s a fraud. No other nation in the world has a drug war. The rest have addiction problems. We have war. Why? Because it’s a toy, a grab bag with a lot of big hands in it.”
Yeah. At some point he said to himself, “Wait a minute, I know they’re selling them in the community, but they’re not manufacturing it. They’re not shipping it. They’re not doing any of that. Who’s doing that?” And so he decided he was going to investigate all that.
Michael Levine is a white man. The movie changes the protagonist to a black man named Russell Stevens, Laurence Fishburne’s character. How does that change the story?
I just felt that Laurence Fishburne would be a perfect person for that role. He read the book and the script and he loved it, so that’s how that all came together. In terms of what he did and did not [do], it doesn’t change much. The relationship between Jeff Goldblum[’s character], the lawyer David Jason, and [Russell] wasn’t necessarily sustained throughout the book. And in terms of the hero’s street presence, that’s something we added to. The relationship between the gallery owner, played by Victoria Dillard, and the cop played by Clarence Williams III, who plays on the hero’s conscience, that all wasn’t in the book.
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The script added a lot. But changing the race of the main character changes a lot of other things, as you see when you watch the movie.
Can you set the context for readers who may not know what was going on in the country circa 1991 with regards to drugs and politics?
The crack epidemic was in full swing. The black community was seen as the “horror station of the universe,” you know? The news and the government made it seem like these evil, sick, crazy black people were doing bad things, killing each other, killing cops and killing other people. In those days, the drug infection in our community was just overwhelming.
But when you really research what was going on, you see that there was — when I say poverty, I mean extreme, extreme, extreme poverty. We’re talking about a welfare system that was dysfunctional, making it hard for men to be part of their own households and then blaming them for that. We’re also talking about the public-school educational system totally broken. We’re talking about the ratio of black men in prison compared to the numbers in the population being way out of whack. I could go on and on and on. I wanted to really explore what was at the core of it and what could be done, in the form of a thriller.
At the time it came out, I was shocked to see a major release that said that the leader of the drug cartel in this movie is golf partners with President George H.W. Bush!
Right! [Laughs] That’s right! You know, just follow the dollars, you know what I’m saying? If you follow the dollars, it simplifies everything.
What sorts of conversations did you have with Laurence Fishburne in terms of performance? What did you all talk about when you talked about Russell Stevens/John Hull?
Well, the foundation of it was: Why is he doing all this? It was [Fishburne] who came up with a lot of what we used as the character’s moral compass: “I want to help, I want to do something.” And of course, another huge part of it was, this character is a black man. After the opening scene with him as a child, the first scene with the character as an adult is him being interviewed by [DEA Agent] Carver. Do you remember that scene?
How can anyone forget that scene? It’s hard to imagine a scene like that in a Hollywood movie today, with that language.
Remember what he said, though?
Vividly.
What did he say?
You really want me to say it?
[Laughs] Go ahead.
Carver asks all of the potential undercover recruits, “What’s the difference between a black man and a n - - - - -?”
You remember Hull’s response?
“A n - - - - - is somebody who would answer that question.”
That’s exactly right. You see? He defined himself as a human being, and he wanted to help his community by being an undercover cop.
But the price that you pay for everything is a tragic knowledge of how hard that is and what’s actually going on behind the scenes to make that so hard. He had to realize he can’t dissolve the infrastructure that he was working for, that it was as crooked as the people on the street.
And that’s when he started doing cocaine.
Charles Martin Smith’s character, Carver, says on more than one occasion, “I am God.” And Detective Taft, Clarence Williams’s character, is a Christian who sees himself as a protector of black children, which is why he’s so into the drug war. There’s even an exotic dancer dressed like a nun in the background of a conversation in a club. What is going on with all of that?
Well, with a story like this, the question becomes, without preaching, how do you set the moral compass of a film? You don’t want it to tell people, “This is good” or “This is bad” or they should think this or they should think that. How do you put the moral compass of a film within a context? And how can you use images to make people feel a sense of conflict within themselves, and question their own value system, as they watch the story?
I’m thinking about my own reaction to the Deep Cover when I saw it in theaters when it came out. I found myself torn between rooting for him to start his own drug business and arresting the drug dealers he was supposed to be investigating in the first place, many of whom are stone killers.
Right, right. Exactly.
Can you talk about Jeff Goldblum and the interplay between him and Laurence Fishburne in this movie, which is a source of humor and a bit perverse at times?
Jeff Goldblum is one of the most brilliant actors I’ve ever worked with. He doesn’t give anything less than 100 percent, ever. But that was also for Clarence, for all the actors. They gave 100 percent. If you can make an actor feel comfortable, that they can trust you, that you’ll talk honestly about things with him or her, they’ll give a lot. I define acting when I’m teaching my students as “falling into darkness backward.” There’s got to be somebody there to catch you. That’s what directors are supposed to do. So, from the table reads upfront and preproduction to getting the actors’ input in terms of the character when you’re blocking a scene, you gotta listen to that stuff. It makes the movie better. It makes it something other than an ego trip by the director. It makes it a collaboration.
What’s an example of something that changed from the script to the finished film because of this collaboration?
The first one I think of is the scene where Jeff Goldblum is dealing with a supposed comrade and drug dealer, and he makes the mistake of standing up for himself, and he gets commanded to take part in a hand-slapping game.
He gets slapped on the hands and then across the face. In the script, that scene was not quite as you saw it. It was more of a straight build to the hand-slapping. But as the actors got into it, they felt and saw something in it that was more brutal. When we talked about it, I really felt that what they wanted to do was incredibly right. And that’s how you get Jeff’s rage welling up and him getting slapped across the face. And that’s what sets him down the course his character goes on through the rest of the movie. I don’t think in the original script there was a slap in the face. The character was supposed to be much more submissive. The slap, that came from working out the scene with all the actors. The defiance, the rage, that comes from Jeff. That’s what makes it a scene that people remember.



In terms of the visual style and the editing of the film — particularly those edits that chop out frames on the beat of a song, and that super-slowed-down slow motion in the opening credits, where it’s only one shot but there’s such a long pause between frames that it’s almost like you’re watching a gallery of still photographs — did you draw anything from particular traditions, or from specific films or filmmakers that you admired?
Well, I wanted to really show that scene from the point of view of the people that were smoking and taking the drugs. I mean, how did they see things? I’ve taken drugs, and when you take heavy drugs, the world isn’t the same to you as the average person who sits down talking. Something changes in you. How you perceive yourself and the world around you changes. I wanted to put in some subjective elements: not just objective but subjective elements also.
Some of my favorite films are really old-school. I’m a big fan of Federico Fellini, for example. Also Steven Spielberg, George Lucas. Gordon Parks. I could go on and on and on. But one of the greatest things about those filmmakers is that they’re able to work with a DP and communicate in images whenever possible. I like silent films because that’s the peak of that kind of filmmaking. They didn’t have any speaking in them, except for a few title cards, and that forced the filmmakers to tell the story with the camera. That’s what I wanted to do with this movie.
[Warning: Spoilers about Deep Cover’s ending below.]
When you think back on this movie or when someone says the title Deep Cover to you, what is the first scene that you think of?

When Jeff Goldblum shoots Clarence Williams III and he dies, and Laurence Fishburne hugs Clarence’s body and he looks at Jeff and Jeff says, “Let’s go, let’s take this money” and Laurence Fishburne says, “You shouldn’t have done that.” [Laughs] And Jeff says, “What are you talking about? Let’s go!” “You shouldn’t have done that, David.” I love that scene! I love it! And Fish went deep. He was sobbing, you know what I mean?
Amazing that you chose that scene, because that’s the one I think of, but it’s a different part of it. I think of Fishburne getting slapped by Goldblum — interesting that it’s a slap, given what we just talked about — and then Fishburne says, “You-have-the-right-to-remain-silent.” Like he’s a computer that’s been turned off and then suddenly somebody plugged it back in again.
And you know what I love too, is right after that, Jeff Goldblum’s reaction when he discovers that Fishburne’s secretly an undercover cop. He says, “Screw that! Let’s take the money and go!”
It’s almost like that final line from Some Like It Hot when Jack Lemmon in drag says, “I’m a man!” and the guy who wants to marry him says, “Well, nobody’s perfect.”
Love it!
Is it okay if we talk about some other highlights of you career?
Certainly.




There’s the climactic scene in Car Wash when your character comes in with a gun and tries to rob the character played by Ivan Dixon. Like some other scenes in the film, it’s so intense that I find it strange when people refer to Car Wash as a comedy.
Ivan Dixon’s a genius, as a director and an actor and a writer. I loved him. He passed much too soon. And I gotta say, in that scene, I wasn’t really acting, because I was an angry young black man at that time. I had gone through what my character had gone through. It was a privilege to be able express those emotions through that character — it was a privilege — without overdoing it or anything and being able to speak for so many young black men who have no voice.
I mean, if you’re tall and dark and black, you’re seen as angry and hostile and dangerous. No one talks about your humanity. I had the opportunity to speak to that young man’s humanity.
The way that he collapses at the end and he expresses such exhaustion and despair made me feel like he was talking about what was happening right this very moment.
Yes. I hear you exactly, brother. Listen, man, how much has changed? Know what I’m saying? How much has really, really, really, really changed?
If you say, “Not much,” it seems like you’re giving in to pessimism.
I’d say you’re giving in to the truth! [Laughs] These protests are about something. It’s big. People are sick and tired of being sick and tired! They’re just saying, “No more. It’s enough. Stop. No more, no more, no more.”
Since we’re getting into this — and why shouldn’t we? — what do you think of the criticism that the protests lack a focus or a message?
Why would they have a focus right now? There’s a lot of different things to be mad about. A lot. People are emotionally disgusted with the direction in which our society is moving. Not just black people. Look at the number of races that are out there protesting. Different ages, different colors. Look at it, man. People are trying to make this a “black angry mob” thing. It’s much, much more than that.
These protestsare about something. It’s big. People are sick and tired of being sick and tired!
The most important thing to remember is that it is an emotional response. But in the long term, an emotional response without strategy leads to frustration. And so the big question’s going to be, “Is there a strategy to take these emotions and turn them into something that will effect lasting change?” I don’t see that strategy yet, but I think that there’s something fascinating going on. In the ’60s, ’70s, ’80s, and ’90s, when black folks protested, it was in their own neighborhoods. But now it’s in Beverly Hills, Santa Monica — have you seen this? These kids are fearless! They don’t care if you live in a rich neighborhood.
You know, there was a question that a friend of mine asked many years ago, and I never forgot this. He said, “What do you call a critical mass of people who feel they have nothing to lose?”
Are you asking me?
Yeah, I want to get your response to it. What word would you use?
Earlier in my life, I would have said “mob.”
What would you say now?
“Rebellion,” probably.
Yeah. I would say “revolution.” The message? What’s the message? There’s no message yet. It’s a series of questions and statements. “What are you going to do with me? I have nothing. What are you going to take away from me? My life is so miserable, I don’t care. Do your worst. I’ll die.”
Is there any hope?
Did you see the numbers of people on the street in different cities? The size of this thing?
Yes. And it keeps getting bigger.
There is no police department that can control all these people! There’s no army that can control all those people! Do you understand? Okay, so you have a thousand policemen and 500 army folks in a given city, right? Well, suppose there’s 5,000 or 10,000 people marching! What are you gonna do, shoot everybody? That ain’t gonna happen. And then there’s another thing the people going after these protestors tend to forget. You know what that is?
Tell me.
You can find it in the story of Marie Antoinette. She was so out of touch with reality that she said, “What’s all that noise outside the palace gates?” And her people said, “Well, those are the peasants, and they’re hungry, and they’re angry that they have no bread.” Marie’s like, “Okay, how about cake? Let them eat cake!” That confirmed how insensitive she was to the issues the peasants were mad about. So they broke into the palace doors and took all her stuff, and then they came for her, and she was up there in her little room with her guards protecting her. The peasants start rushing towards her, and the guards raised their swords and their guns. And then they say, “Wait a minute, that’s Uncle Charlie and Aunt Etta and Cousin John coming in my direction. I have a choice of shooting Cousin John or letting the queen get her head chopped off.”
Guess what happened next?
Going back to your past: What influence did black filmmakers like Ivan Dixon and Michael Schultz, the director of Car Wash, have on you?
Well, they didn’t help me get jobs directing. I didn’t go to the American Film Institute until a number of years [after Car Wash]. But being on-set with the two of them and watching how they both worked together was instructive. It was like being in school. Michael’s a genius. Michael knows how to tell a story, but he’s also a very efficient and effective director. In other words, he doesn’t just come on the set and go, “Well, maybe I’d like to shoot this … Or maybe this … ” No, no, no. A week before, Michael has the shots all planned out, and everybody in terms of the crew and cast knows where they’re going to be.
He’s one of the great unsung directors in American cinema, I think.
Somebody should be lucky enough to taught by Michael Schultz every day, because what he’s done for film is amazing.




We should talk about your famous scene in The Limey, because people will be mad if I don’t.
Oh, that scene! [Laughs] Steven Soderbergh, as you know, is a genius. I worked with him again two years ago on a film called High Flying Bird that’s on Netflix now. Each time, you learn from him as you work with him. On The Limey, you know, he hires actors that he trusts and turns them loose. Working with Terence [Stamp] — as you know, he’s brilliant — was wonderful. And that scene …
[Duke trails off and laughs for ten seconds straight.]
I love that you can’t talk about a scene from a movie made 21 years ago, because you can’t stop laughing!
I can’t help it! I can’t help it. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. That is just funny stuff. Ask me about something else!
What is the most important thing that you learned about yourself while making Deep Cover?
Never be satisfied. Excellence is not something that you accomplish easily. No matter what nice things anybody says about my work, I always see something I could have done better. All of us were relentless in trying to make every part of that thing as good as it could be. We really worked on it. When I went to watch Deep Cover with audiences after we’d finished editing, people cheered and loved the film. I’d sit in the back row of the theater and watch my movie. It felt good.
What could you have done better on Deep Cover?
I don’t know. And that’s why it’s my favorite of everything I’ve made.

 

Deep Cover Defies the Standards of Hollywood Stories About Cops
By Angelica Jade Bastién@angelicabastien
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Laurence Fishburne in Bill Duke’s Deep Cover. Photo: New Line Cinema
Every week for the foreseeable future, Vulture will be selecting one film to watch as part of our Friday Night Movie Club. This week’s selection comes from staff writer Angelica Jade Bastién, who will begin her screening of Deep Cover on June 5 at 7 p.m. ET. Head to Vulture’s Twitter to catch her live commentary, and look ahead at next week’s movie here.
Language fails me right now. I am not quite sure how to thread together the immense anger and sadness and loneliness that defines the present moment not just for myself but for legions of people across the country now mired in two pandemics rewriting the rules of American livelihood: COVID-19 and anti-black racism. I have found myself late at night scrolling through my various timelines, watching on-the-ground filmmaking from citizens documenting both the swell of protests across the country sparked by the murders of George Floyd, Breonna Taylor, Tony McDade, and so many others by police officers (to use any other language is to obfuscate the matter at hand) and the police violence with which those protests are being met. I’ve been seeing real moments of joy followed by images of bloodied marchers in the aftermath of police brutality. These videos are marked by urgency, functioning as weapons and wounds, illuminations of the power structures that bind our lives. It would be all too easy to turn away from this moment, to curl inward, to lose myself in objects of sprightly glamour and joy. That’s necessary, too; we all need some balm. We can’t endlessly observe horror and apathy and expect to survive. But it feels imperative to bear witness, to confront the horrors and hopes of the present moment instead of drowning myself in nostalgia for a normalcy that never was.

Late at night, I have also found myself turning to the slippery pleasures of film noir — a genre that’s always been good at laying bare lies at the heart of the American dream. For my first piece for Vulture back in 2015, I outlined the attributes of this tricksy genre, born out of the changing gender and racial landscape of America during and after World War II, under the Expressionist influence of European-refugee filmmakers like Billy Wilder: It’s stylistically marked by voice-over, high-contrast lighting, nonlinear storytelling, and poetic, rhythmic dialogue. Thematically, it delves into concepts like existentialism, free will, fear of the “other,” obsessions with the past and dread for the future. Its characters are usually archetypal — detectives, femmes fatales, criminals, people on the fringes of society. Its protagonists are often deeply flawed and morally cynical and butt against the power structures and people (police, politicians, the wealthy) our culture has tried to condition us into believing are good. As a result, noir has a prickly relationship to race. As cultural historian Eric Lott writes about noir’s early years in his book Black Mirror: The Cultural Contradictions of American Racism, “At a moment when bold new forms of black, Chicano, and Asian activism and visibility confronted resurgent white revanchism and vigilantism, film noir’s relentless cinematography of chiaroscuro and moral focus on the rotten souls of white folks constantly though obliquely invoked the racial dimension of this figural play of light against dark.” What immediately comes to mind is a scene in the 1947 film Out of the Past, in which Robert Mitchum’s private detective moves with ease through an all-black jazz club. It’s a brief scene. But his ease is a tell. He’s comfortable in this space. In doing so, the film aligns its white protagonist with the idea of the other, as he both operates outside of certain power structures as well as within them. Classic noir is replete with scenes like it, in which race is an intriguing undercurrent to the story, meant to complicate the audience’s understanding of cultural hierarchy and its relationship to the idea of whiteness.
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But what happens to noir when blackness isn’t a suggestion but a fact? What happens when the genre goes further than merely suggesting that operating outside of the law is a viable option and instead portrays the law itself as an unequivocal perpetrator of violence, against black folks and black liberation in particular? The answer to this is Deep Cover. The 1992 neo-noir directed by veteran actor and filmmaker Bill Duke takes the familiar attributes of the genre and uses them to confront questions about black masculinity, the reach of state-enacted violence, and the futility of trying to fix a decaying system from the inside. It’s a journey through the dark recesses of black male identity that proves searing in its understanding of how police have been depicted throughout Hollywood history. Released about a year after the brutal beating of Rodney King in Los Angeles, the movie follows Russell Stevens Jr. (Laurence Fishburne), a Cleveland cop tasked with going undercover as a drug dealer named John Hull to infiltrate a West Coast drug syndicate whose largest importer is the nephew of a South American politician.
But before we meet Russell Stevens Jr. the cop, we meet him as a young boy of 10 years old in the flashback that opens the film. It’s Christmas, 1972. Snow-dense streets are framed by twinkling lights as “Silent Night” hums along. “So gather ’round as I run it down and unravel my pedigree,” adult Russell muses in voiceover. What follows is heartbreak, as the young Russell witnesses his addict father (played by the legendary Glynn Turman) killed in a stickup of a corner store, his blood and guts sprayed against the window of the car, which we see from Russell’s point of view inside the vehicle. He furiously notes in voiceover that this moment was a turning point for him. “It wasn’t going to happen to me,” he says. This memory haunts the film. The bloodied money left behind becomes totemic for Russell, a reminder of who and what he doesn’t want to be: another dead black man undone by addiction and loss.
In writing about television’s deluge of cop-centered shows, Vulture’s Kathryn VanArendock writes perceptively, “TV has long had a police’s-eye perspective that helps shape the way viewers see the world, prioritizing the victories and struggles of police over communities being policed. Order, a police-imposed status quo, is good; disruption is bad […] In stories of American crime, TV teaches us that cops are the characters we should care about.” Casting black actors as cops is often a way to fortify this message, something Deep Cover seems hyper-aware of from the moment Russell sits down with DEA Agent Gerald Carver (Charles Martin Smith) as a potential recruit. “Do you know the difference between a black man and a ******?” Agent Carvers asks the black recruit ahead of Russell, who stammers a response. “Most ******* don’t. Thanks for coming in. Next,” Carver replies. The next recruit’s response to the same question is markedly different; he grabs the white agent by his lapels and lifts him from his chair, “Do you know who the fuck you’re talking to?” But when the same question is posed to Russell, he responds cooly, “The ****** is the one who would even answer that question.” It’s the response Carver was looking for. Their ensuing dynamic, between black cop and white superior, makes one thing clear: By accepting the job, Russell isn’t simply helping his community, as he says he desires; he’s becoming a pointed tool of the state against his community. As John, Russell is forced to wrestle with his own complicity in a system that snuffs out black life.
As an example of noir, Deep Cover is as beguiling as those early films from the 1940s. Its language dances and jabs at you as its fraught male characters spit homophobic and racist jargon around Russell. It uses shadow and light across an urban landscape to reveal the inner darkness carried within these men. But Deep Cover pushes the genre. Its use of wipe transitions gives the feeling of peeling back layers of story. Its coloring is more garish and beckoning — cherry reds and cobalt blues punctuate inky blacks. Its specific use of voice-over, scholar Michael Boyce Gillespie argues, challenges conceptions of narrative authority and expressions of black interiority. “What if black film could be something other than embodied? What if black film was immaterial and bodiless?” Michael Boyce Gillespie asks in Film Blackness: American Cinema and the Idea of Black Film. “What if black film could be speculative or just ambivalent? What if black film is ultimately the worst window imaginable and an even poorer mirror?” It isn’t merely that Deep Cover places a black man in the context of noir; representation alone isn’t worthwhile praxis. It pushes the form, allowing notions of black hunger, black desire, and the black absurd to take root.
Consider the dynamic between Russell and David Jason (played by an at times beautifully unhinged Jeff Goldblum). Hollywood has long wrought works of homosocial interracial pairings as a way to surmount race or obscure it — The Defiant Ones with Tony Curtis and Sidney Poitier and cop buddy dramas like the Lethal Weapon series, all work to support a falsehood: that if we just come together, issues of racism can be easily overcome. Deep Cover refuses such empty platitudes, in part by detailing David’s “condescending infatuation with everything black,” to use his own words. Watching these drug dealers, traffickers, and power brokers navigate one another’s sometimes frightening machismo becomes a play on the cross-racial relations between Jason (Jewish), Russell (black), and the Latinos they are beholden to in the hierarchy of this specific drug industry. Deep Cover provides no easy answers about what it means to move through various spaces as a black man in an anti-black, confused world.
Consider, halfway through the film, when Russell is forced to kill another black man, a rival drug dealer named Ivy (James T. Morris) who has murdered a woman in Russell’s employ. The law of the street is that Russell must exert himself, enact vengeance. But when Russell confronts Ivy in the bathroom of a club after stalking him through its maze of bodies, it’s not machismo that we witness but stunning vulnerability. To kill this man, Russell understands, would be to solidify his role as an instrument of the state enacting violence against the very people he aims to help. He remains frozen in place even as Ivy pisses on his shoes. His chest heaves, his eyes dart. Until, he draws his gun and shoots Ivy twice. At home, later, after he washes the blood off, Russell thumbs through pictures of his parents and the bloodied bills his father handed to him from his snowy grave. “I had killed a man. A man who looked liked me. Whose mother and father looked like my mother and father. Nothing happened.”
In killing Ivy, the mask of John Hull slips off. This slippage is common in noir. But what makes it novel isn’t just Fishburne’s tremendously complex performance or the sharp editing by John Carter or the magnificent script by Michael Tolkin and Henry Bean or Bill Duke’s lucid direction. It’s that as Russell’s mask slips, so too does the one hanging over the genre, unabashedly revealing the material and emotional effects state violence has on black interior life. Even the ending of Deep Cover rebukes the common expectations of noir: Russell survives. He’s no longer a cop, or a drug dealer. The concluding voice-over, which shifts to look toward the future rather than reflect on the past, is multifaceted in meaning. It defies our understanding of what Hollywood can do with its storytelling, it pushes noir into new avenues, and it considers with grace and honesty the ways black people are used and abused by the state even as they hope to change things from the inside. An impossibility, I believe. In doing so, Deep Cover reminds us now is not the time to look away.
 
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