Review: ‘A Love Song For Latasha’ is A Loving, Dreamlike Tribute

It is important to note that when I first started writing this review it was Tuesday, September 22, 2020. A Love Song For Latasha dropped on Netflix the day before on Monday. That Tuesday I sat at my computer trying to place myself in some zen state to type up this review. I remember checking my phone, popping in and out through four different apps regarding news of the upcoming decision of the Breonna Taylor case. For a point of reference, it was the day before the announcement of the results which brought no justice to Breonna and no statements of wrongdoings. I am used to many things as a Black woman living in America; I am used to Black death, I am used to Black pain and I am used to injustices done to Black folks. I am used to this feeling of seeing Black girls and women dead, gone too soon, and the collective mourning we carry, like a purse or some sort of accessory. The following day, when the full announcement via the press conference was relayed to the public, I remember looking again at the nearly blank screen and feeling hollow. Just empty. I saved whatever writing I had, brief as it was, and went back to bed with my grief.

A Love Song for Latasha© Netflix

And I picked this review back up this week. The City of Angels There are some stories you hear about as an Angeleno, that stay with you forever. In my written reaction to the trailer for the documentary film, I wrote that growing up in Los Angeles I often thought about the slain teen. I would look at…