Let me tell you the story of Right Hand, Left Hand. It's a tale of good and evil. Hate: it was with this hand that Cane iced his brother. Love: these five fingers, they go straight to the soul of man. The right hand: the hand of love. The story of life is this: static. One hand is always fighting the other hand, and the left hand is kicking much ass. I mean, it looks like the right hand, Love, is finished. But hold on, stop the presses, the right hand is coming back. Yeah, he got the left hand on the ropes, now, that's right. Ooh, it's a devastating right and Hate is hurt, he's down. Left-Hand Hate KOed by Love.
Bar-none, the quintessiental movie dealing with race relations. Spike Lee tells the story of the hottest day of the year on a New York City block, but the thermometer isn't the only thing boiling over. Some may disagree, but in my opinion Lee's views about race are the most honest and even-handed that have ever been shared through film.
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