During the 1970s, when I was in my 20s (and a committed, adventurous moviegoer), films as stylistically daring and thematically challenging as “Passing” — Rebecca Hall’s widely acclaimed directorial debut, adapted from Nella Larsen’s novel about race and identity in 1920s Harlem — were more the rule than the exception.
During the 1970s, when I was in my 20s (and a committed, adventurous moviegoer), films as stylistically daring and thematically challenging as “Passing” — Rebecca Hall’s widely acclaimed directorial debut, adapted from Nella Larsen’s novel about race and identity in 1920s Harlem — were more the rule than the exception.