This is Baldwin at his most polemical, but beneath his rage you can discern a groping for unity.
An incisive, biting cultural analysis, a psychological examination of a nation - including its culture and institutions - in denial of its own social constructs of race and racism, created to divide us.
While Peck's work brims over with anger and horror, it is also a work of sweeping poetry. This story still isn't pretty, but it's delivered in a captivating and gorgeous manner.
Its thesis is tired and worn. But this is not the fault of the film, just of a country that refuses to truly bear witness.
[James Baldwin's] Remember this House was an unfinished work; so too, observes [director] Peck, is America's struggle with race.
A compelling document that works as a mini-history of black racial identity in America from the mid- to late-20th century and beyond.
It is an urgent, gut-wrenching film that doesn't sugarcoat the truth. America's race problem is all of our problem, it argues, and will not change until all of us step up and take responsibility for our role in it.
It's an evocation of a passionate soul in a tumultuous era, a film that uses Baldwin's spoken words, and his notes for an unfinished book, to illuminate the struggle for civil rights.
J. R. Jones
Peck may not be able to get inside the spiritual struggle that made Baldwin such a complex figure, but I Am Not Your Negro, with its frequent reminders that there are still two Americas, proves that Baldwin's writing has lost none of its currency.