Sing Sing «CERTIFIED • 2024»

Recommendation: Bring tissues. Bring an open mind. Leave your prejudices at the door.

Yet, Sing Sing is not a policy paper. It is a work of art that reminds us why we need art in the first place. Theatre, in this context, isn't escapism. It is survival. It is the process of putting on a mask to discover who you truly are underneath. For Divine G and Divine Eye, the stage is the only place where they are not "inmates" or "numbers." They are characters. They are collaborators. They are free. To write about the final act of Sing Sing would be to spoil its quiet magic. Suffice it to say, I have not wept in a movie theater like that in years. But they are not tears of sadness. They are tears of recognition—recognizing that art has the power to restore humanity to those from whom it has been forcibly taken. Sing Sing

When the credits roll, you are left with a lingering question: If a man can find redemption and purpose within the walls of Sing Sing, what is our excuse for the rest of the world? Recommendation: Bring tissues

The film is also a quiet indictment of the American carceral state. It never preaches, but the facts speak for themselves. You see men who have spent twenty years in a cage becoming experts in Shakespeare. You see the absurdity of a system that spends billions on concrete and bars but scraps for pennies to fund a program that actually lowers recidivism rates. RTA graduates have a recidivism rate of under 5%, compared to the national average of over 60%. The math is simple, but the will is lacking. Yet, Sing Sing is not a policy paper