Guest Post by Philip Kaisary
Way back in the fall of 2002, I discovered the films of Gillo Pontecorvo and life hasn’t ever been quite the same since. I remember well the visceral impact of seeing for the first time The Battle of Algiers of 1966, which is justly regarded as one of the greatest anticolonial films of all time. I watched it alone, on VHS and wearing headphones, in a viewing booth in the University of Sussex Library. After I emerged from that booth, I was subtly changed. I’d also been reading the works of Frantz Fanon for the first time that fall and suddenly I had a fuller, more evocative panorama in which to position Fanon’s writings. I immediately went on a mission to watch every Pontecorvo film I could lay my hands on. Only a few days later, I watched Burn! (also known as Queimada)of 1969, a fascinating depiction of slave resistance and revolution on a fictionalized Caribbean island starring the magnificent, inimitable Marlon Brando and the majestic, magnetic Evaristo Márquez, an Afro-Colombian nonprofessional actor who was described by one critic as having the appearance of “a mahogany saint.” To my delight, I discovered that Burn! skewered the mythos that the British abolition of slavery was a product of philanthropy, moral virtue, and humanitarian sentiment. What a film! A rare and radical bird that communicated a stunning and radical message of Black insurrection as a liberatory historical force. But, as I was intuitively aware even back then, Burn! is a conspicuously atypical slavery film: the representation of Black agency in Hollywood has always been, and very much remains, taboo…