If the producers of Blood Done Sign My Name
had been a little more realistic about the cinematic quality of their final product, they could have had themselves one of the best after-school specials of all time. As it stands, the film is simply a mediocre depiction of one more shameful bit of communal white racism that has been relegated to the pages of personal memoirs, though it belongs in history textbooks. The film is essentially a two-hour commercial for integration and equality, though anyone who still feels that these principles are commodities which can be proffered is likely too ignorant or embittered to ever be convinced of their merits. Still, the fi...