When documentary takes you unexpected places: a reflection by Kartemquin board member Floyd Webb
I did not want to see this film.
When I first read the synopsis of My Omaha — a young white filmmaker returns to Omaha, Nebraska, to document its racial justice movement while reconciling with his dying Trump-supporting father — I felt the familiar weight of a story I thought I already knew. The well-meaning white liberal. The teachable moment. The tears. The festival circuit. The warm applause.
I almost let that cynicism win.
Click here to read the full reflection in Floyd Webb’s Substack.