The Last Black Man in San Francisco
This movie will move you. A unique story with a well-crafted script complemented by powerful performances makes it a must-watch. No spoilers, I promise.
The Victorian house stands tall in an urbanesque part of San Francisco. Red trimmed windows, ornamental and intricate wooden exteriors, grapevine running along walls, and a witch-hat rooftop all project its distinctive appeal. For Jimmie, this house that he grew up in deserves regular upkeep. He believes that it is his duty to do so - in spite of the fact that the house no longer belongs to his family. Every day he skateboards over to the house. Every so often, Mont tags along. When the owners are out, he sneaks in through the gates, and up the stairs to repaint the trim with the right shade of red, or tidy up the lawn. He has an unwavering determination to take care of this house, the house that his grandfather built. His house.
This story is about Jimmie’s grandfather, the last black man in SFO, who built a house with his own bare hands o…
