The cinematography was stunningly beautiful and the music was also pleasing to the ear. I even found the melancholic atmosphere of the film to be cozy at times. However, I just couldn't stand the story and the portrayal of the lead character which were simply unrealistic and implausible. I understand that this was a house he had grown up in. It was also a special house because he believes that the it had been built by his grandfather. But that doesn't give him the right to just move in unlawfully and pretend that he owns it. He acts like a little kid claiming someone else's toys as his. Or perhaps, none of these "little things" matter if we consider this movie as a modern-day fantasy tale. Or one might have a different impression if you have a special connection for the city of San Francisco. But being a non-native, this movie just didn't work for me. The concept of the movie had its potential but was poorly executed.
Review of The Last Black Man in San Francisco
