“Moonlight” is a desperately needed act of healing grace.
It’s a fluidly styled triptych portrait of flawed people facing character defining moments.
We are all more than we front – Hillary calls it public and private lives – and our behavior and actions hide as much as they reveal.
None more so than the troubled black youth who grows up in three chapters, from bullied grade school aged son of a crack addict and sexually confused adolescent with one friend into a drug dealer whose hyper masculine facade hides his secret pain.