Fruitvale Station (5/5 Stars)

Death Comes for Oscar Grant

“There are a lot of kids out there that need help, who are getting a lot of negative reinforcement. Is there more that we can do to give them the sense that their country cares about them, and values them, and is willing to invest in them.”

- President Barack Obama

Events, unforeseeable yet strangely inevitable, have conspired to make Fruitvale Station, already great, into an important and timely film. It is appropriate as ‘Fruitvale Station’ concerns the unforeseeable and inevitable. It is about an extremely specific time and place: The Fruitvale Station of the Bay Area Rapid Transit system in the wee hours of the New Year, 2008. We will never know what exactly happened to Trayvon Martin, his last moments only known by a single unreliable witness. But we do know what exactly happened to Oscar Grant. We know because of where and when it happened. It happened on the public platform of a BART station in front of a light rail train bound for Oakland full of passengers coming from watching the San Francisco New Year’s Eve fireworks and it being 2008, many of the cell phones the passengers carried had video cameras. The moments leading up to Oscar Grant’s death were chaotic. A fight broke out on the BART train. The train was stopped at the Fruitvale Station. BART police officers rounded up who they thought were the suspects young black men. The passengers felt the officers were being unnecessarily rough and so flip, flip, flip, all the camera phones came out and started recording through the open doors of the train. Amidst the surrounding ruckus, Oscar Grant gets up from where he had been ordered to sit and wait with his hands raised in a non-confrontational manner. Two of the officers forcefully put him to the ground, face first, and try to cuff him. Oscar won’t give them his hands. One of the officers puts his knee to Oscar’s neck to stop him from moving. The other officer takes out his gun and shoots Oscar point blank in the back. The train crowd reacts in horrific disbelief. Oscar yells out “You shot me. I have a 4-year-old daughter.” The train doors close and the it leaves the station. Oscar Grant bleeds to death on the cold concrete platform.

First time director Ryan Coogler uses the actual cell phone footage as a prologue to the movie. In a way he has to because the incident and how it happened is so utterly unthinkable that without real life evidence, it would be almost impossible to believe that it could have occurred the way it did. It also works incredibly well as a dramatic setup, an omen of foreboding like ‘The Ides of March’ that haunts the rest of the story which shows the last day of Oscar Grant, played perfectly by Michael B. Jordan, as he celebrates his mother’s birthday, picks his daughter up from school, looks for employment, and makes New Year’s resolutions. The incident at Fruitvale Station sparked a politicized debate about race and police brutality and spawned peaceful protests and violent riots in Oakland. But unlike a movie like Spike Lee’s “Do The Right Thing,” this movie does not dwell on greater societal topics. What Coogler focuses on and what the movie makes especially clear is why the fate of Oscar Grant was especially sad on a personal level. And “Fruitvale Station” is without a doubt one of the saddest movies I have ever seen. Like “Leaving Las Vegas” and “Shutter Island” sad. Ultimately we are presented with a complex portrait of a young man who had a mother and daughter that he loved and who loved him, who had a girlfriend he wanted to marry if he only had the money, who was hardened by streets and prison, who had plans to grow and hopes for the future, and who died suddenly in a freakish act unfinished, so sadly incomplete. What our President hinted at in his remarks on the Trayvon Martin case is that policy changes may not be the only important thing here. Perhaps what we need is simply a greater sense of empathy for people like Oscar Grant. That we should stop expecting nothing but the worst in the behavior and ultimate fate of young black men and start insisting and expecting that they be involved in our society in a socially productive way. There is a particularly great shot in ‘Fruitvale Station’ that takes place at Oscar Grant’s mother’s birthday party. The food is ready and the family enters the living room in order to eat. But the camera stays in the kitchen and merely peers at the family praying before eating from a distance. It lingers here for a confusing amount of time. That is until you realize that the director Ryan Coogler is keeping the camera in the kitchen in order to frame the praying family with the refrigerator right by the door. The refrigerator is covered from top to bottom with pictures of the family Grant. That is what this movie is about. It is not about police brutality. It is about a family praying together in a house that has a refrigerator covered with memories of love.     

Oscar Grant is played by Michael B. Jordan. I did not recognize Michael at first no doubt because he has grown nearly a foot and has had the bright taken out of his eyes since I last saw him. But it is indeed him. Oscar Grant is played by the same actor who portrayed Wallace from “The Wire,” another child killed in a supremely unjust fashion. Both are the type of roles that make a strong imprint on one’s movie consciousness. His performance here is especially acute and given that you know how it ends, has a visceral worryingly portentous edge to it. Michael B. Jordan infuses the character with a dramatically susceptible personality given what environment he is in at the time. There is a telling scene told in a flashback in the year 2007 when his mother, played perfectly as well by Octavia Spencer, is visiting him in prison. He has one personality when speaking to his mother about her life and his daughter. And then a fellow prisoner comes by and calls him a ‘Snitch.’ In a flash, Oscar gets up from the table and engages in a verbal fight full of macho threats. And you’re looking at this and thinking ‘calm down man someday you might escalate some shit and get killed.’ Oscar is only 22 years old.

But that Oscar was young and prone to temper flare-ups does not make it his fault that he was killed. And this movie does not especially concern itself with attaching a deep meaning to the act of killing. The reason hinted at in a post-movie epitaph states that the officer thought he was grabbing and shooting his taser. A jury convicted him of nothing but ‘involuntary manslaughter.’ Weirdly this may have been because of the many cell phone videos. Given what they show it is completely crystal clear that there was no good reason as to why the officer shot Oscar in the back. Therefore it must have been a mistake, right? We can go in circles with this. Heck, this movie could be a great primer for a lesson in chaos theory where the watcher can take any little occurrence and be like “If only for this,” or “If only for that” ad infinitum. Maybe a butterfly in the Amazon rainforest flapped its wings and caused the shooting. If only Oscar had not stopped to help a woman pick out catfish in a supermarket that morning then- But what does it matter? Oscar Grant is dead.