Poor, Poorer, Dead Broke
From what I’ve seen, Do The Right Thing is an excellent movie that lightly depicts the tense racial conflicts that is prevalent in a poor community. Perhaps the word “community” is important here. In this neighborhood, it is a loosely termed word describing a collection of a band of different identities. For some like, the mayor, the neighborhood is a loose society that barely masks the misery of a broken home and broken dreams. For others, like Mooti, it is an ugly patchwork of different cultures, each clashing with one another for self-establishment. Still, others like Radio Raheem see the neighborhood as a cruel place that demands each individual to competitively exclude another. Perhaps the only thing that ties each culture to one another is the mutual acceptance of their poverty. Perhaps this is why the youth, disgusted by this acceptance, act up. I am interested in seeing how far these tensions will progress. Are there any villains, or are the people all villains to one another? By that same token, if everybody is a villain to one another, can’t everyone be right? Probably not. Then what is the right thing? And if it does exist, will someone do the right thing?