Better Luck Tomorrow: Asian Flavor of the Month, or the Beginning of a New Era for Asian Americans in Film? (3 of 4)What does it all mean? It could be all an indie jumble of ambiguity,
but Lin seems too racially conscious for that. BLT seems to chronicle
the journey of at least a sector of Asian America. Are some of us hell-bent
on academic and material achievement, but not concerned with the psychic
costs, or the things we give up along the way? And the model minority
image is given the lie by racism; we are still despised, invisible, misjudged.
We are Ben’s dream girl, the brainy cheerleader Stephanie who despite
her beauty and intelligence still plays second fiddle to a white girl
in Steve’s affections. The transformation of the boys from quirky
nerds to badass gangsta kingpins seems like an Asian American revenge
fantasy come true: the ugliness of the violence seems to reflect the
ugliness of the institutional violence against Asian Americans – all
that repression and pressure to achieve turning into its opposite. In
the end, we are in that German convertible, riding with Stephanie and
Ben into some unknown tomorrow. But like Ben, maybe we are able to choose
what the path will be. Ben, who is so good at going along to get along,
finally says, no, I must go my own way. There’s something freeing
about that, something that smells like self-determination. And like him,
we have to stop listening to others’ ideas about who or what we’re
about. It’s up to us.
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