Not Your Typical Reunion: Spike Lee’s “Da 5 Bloods”

A few minutes into Spike Lee’s newest film, “Da 5 Bloods,” there is a lovely scene of old pals, African American Vietnam veterans, reuniting in the lobby of a Ho Chi Minh City (formerly Saigon) hotel after an unspecified long hiatus from each other’s company. The mood is jocular, joshing, loving, full of huge smiles and secret code handshakes, all of which engendered a gushy inner glow in this viewer, reminding me as it did of warm-hearted reunions of my own.

Then I got a grip on myself and interrupted my reverie with, “Oh crap, this is a Spike Lee movie!”

Which is when my thoughts shifted instead to donning some kind of emotional flak jacket and tension reduction helmet, the better to withstand the next two and a half hours of what I knew would be Lee’s visionary provocations, challenges, goads and questionings of the American experience, particularly with respect to race relations and the centuries-long struggle of African Americans for their full personhood.

What the quintet finds trekking up that river and ultimately into the jungle will test everything they have in terms of physical stamina and resolve, and everything that they are in terms of honesty, trust and loyalty.

“Da 5 Bloods” is a Netflix release, made available via streaming in June. None of the many studios Lee pitched would take it on, he revealed in interviews earlier this year, and quite literally, “There was nowhere to go after Netflix.”

That fact may strike you as astonishing if you have seen the film or plan to in the future, and it may well leave the naysaying studios lamenting their decisions come awards season. The film’s 155 minutes are by turns tense, fascinating, tragic, elegiac, ferocious and sobering.

What they never are, even for one minute, is boring.

Indeed, the time sails by as the film twists, turns, loops backwards (devastating flashback sequences) and builds to a conclusion far removed from the seeming innocent good vibes of those first moments in the hotel lobby.


Melvin, Eddie, Otis, Paul and his son David at Stormin’ Norman’s gravesite.


“Da Five Bloods” sees four members of an infantry unit—Melvin (Isiah Whitlock, Jr.), Otis (Clarke Peters), Eddie (Norm Lewis) and Paul (Delroy Lindo)— brought together a half century after their military service for a dual purpose. The first is to honor their beloved and now near-mythical former commander, Stormin’ Norman (the late Chadwick Boseman, battling colon cancer right through the spring, 2019 filming), by retrieving his body from where it had to be left behind in a shallow grave after the unit’s firefight with Viet Cong soldiers.

Secondly, and not coincidentally, they aim to bring back a huge cache of gold the group had stumbled upon at the time, which they also buried on the same hill.

The original script by Danny Bilson and Paul DeMeo featured four white vets returning to Vietnam in pursuit of treasure only. By the time Oliver Stone dropped out as possible director and the script wended its way to a rewrite by Lee and his collaborator Kevin Willmott, it picked up traction as a disquisition on just one more front in the centuries-long “war” for African Americans’ civil rights.

The quartet is soon joined by a fifth member, Paul’s semi-estranged son David (Jonathan Majors), who clandestinely follows along from stateside to both watch over his troubled father and to try to patch up their long frayed relationship. (The fact that Paul is a MAGA hat-wearing Trump supporter doesn’t make the patching any easier.)

What follows from there is a journey upriver and into the jungle in search of honor for their fallen comrade and treasure for themselves (though there is talk—and dispute—among them of directing some of the loot to the cause of black liberation back home).

And yes, a “journey upriver” may ring an “Apocalypse Now” bell for you, and a search for “treasure” another clang—for “The Treasure of the Sierra Madre.”

Like many directors, Lee has always been over the moon about film history, and takes every opportunity to pay proper homage, usually in sly, wink-wink asides. (“We don’t need no stinkin’ official badges!” a Vietnamese character crows, training a rifle on the group in a menacing scene leavened by the bow to John Huston’s’s fabled 1948 western.)

What the quintet finds trekking upriver and ultimately into the jungle will test everything they have in terms of physical stamina and resolve, and everything that they are in terms of honesty, trust, and loyalty. And as we all know, when large sums of money are at stake, those latter qualities of character can face an absolutely brutal reckoning.


No worries, I will do my utmost not to lay any significant spoilers on you for the rest of this post. Instead, just a few discussion points I trust will simply whet your appetite without undermining the drama. Besides which, the way the tension builds and sustains itself under Lee’s direction, you’ll likely take temporary leave of everything you’ve seen and heard in your past life before the film releases you from its grip.

The volcanic Paul—and his well-traveled MAGA hat.

Lee is at once among the most playful and morally serious of contemporary filmmakers. Besides his bows to cinematic history, he turns Shakespearean here through his character Paul, whose grip on reality takes devastating turns in soliloquys that rival the best/darkest of Hamlet and Macbeth. And as film viewers, we also see, in up-close cinematic detail, every drop of jungle sweat on Paul’s face, and his aching, agonized eyes that fill up the screen in a performance of magisterial depth.

On the lighter side, if you hadn’t noted da five bloods’ names above, they just happen to coincide with the names of The Temptations’ original members, arguably the finest soul group going through Lee’s boyhood. (He was born in 1957.)

Lee also displays his directing chops with a gun making an appearance in an early scene, along with a trio of do-gooding land mine removal workers. (One of the latter is the gorgeous French actress Mélanie Thierry, whose ways with a cigarette in a key early scene almost succeeds in making it the glamorous ritual old Hollywood suggested it was back in the day. Later on, she lights up frantically just to soothe her nerves after a harrowing scene that would’ve had me join her if I could have reached up through the screen to snag her ciggie for a puff.)

The gun and land mines recall 20th century playwright Anton Chekhov’s famous dictum that if you hang a gun on the wall in the first act, you’d better put it into action by the third, otherwise there’s no point.

Yes, the gun and land mines reappear later in the movie; Lee appears to be a faithful Chekhovian, which is to say, he’s a great storyteller who never wastes a scene or song or reference.

And then there is the late R&B master Marvin Gaye, whom Lee calls upon to croon underneath a good part of da bloods’ fateful journey. For all Gaye’s mellifluous phrasing and buttery tone, “Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler)” and “What’s Goin’ On?” are hardly come-hither romances. The latter answers its own question with these doleful observations right in line with Lee’s message:

Mother, mother
There’s too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother
There’s far too many of you dying
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today, eh eh
Father, father

We don’t need to escalate
You see, war is not the answer
For only love can conquer hate
You know we’ve got to find a way
To bring some lovin’ here today, oh oh oh

The choice of these lyrics from Gaye’s iconic album of social commentary give away what is too often overlooked, it seems to me, amidst Lee’s and this very movie’s often sharp-edged commentary on race. And that is how much his heart beats, at base, for the cause of universal brother- and sisterhood. Not just black brother- and sisterhood, but of humanity at large.

“Come on now,” his movies suggest, pointedly, but without rancor, to his white brothers and sisters, “how you gonna get there leaving your black brothers and sisters behind? What did y’all miss in that discussion of ‘inalienable rights’ and ‘created equal’ and ‘pursuit of happiness?'”


The bitter irony facing every African American soldier since their service in the Revolutionary War is summed up starkly by Paul, who serves as the locus for the group’s struggle with having risked their lives and their sanity for a country that had never had their backs. “We fought in an immoral war that wasn’t ours, for rights we didn’t have,” he laments.

The point is reinforced for Paul and his cronies in flashbacks to “Hanoi Hannah,” the riveting North Vietnamese radio propagandist whose soothing, faux-intimate addresses focused particularly on “Black G.I.”

We see the group’s faces fall as they react to her announcement that Martin Luther King has been assassinated, followed by coyly phrased questions about just why it is that blacks comprise 11% of the U.S. population but 32% of the military force in Vietnam.

As Lee knows all too well, those and many other statistics of similar dismal import reflect a reality of African American life that hasn’t changed all that much in the last half century. No, people of his skin color couldn’t make movies like this that would be seen and hailed by white audiences and critics of the past, as they are now.

But for all intimations of that progress, we have the specter of Jacob Blake’s back, George Floyd’s neck, and Breonna Taylor’s dark apartment, sobering symptoms all of the continuing ills Spike Lee has been pointing to with such unflinching purpose for so long.


When Marvin Gaye played “What’s Going On” for Motown Records founder Berry Gordy in 1970, Gordy, concerned Gaye’s turn from romance to political commentary would alienate his fan base, called it “the worst thing I’ve ever heard in my life.” Gaye persisted, and the song and album became monster commercial and cultural hits.



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10 comments to Not Your Typical Reunion: Spike Lee’s “Da 5 Bloods”

  • Julie Johnson  says:

    Excellent, thoughtful review, Andrew. Thanks for highlighting a film I was in danger of missing, and adding some powerful insights of your own.

    • Andrew Hidas  says:

      It’s rather disheartening what we can miss even when we’re trying hard to keep up, but I blame it on the unrelenting barrage of media coming toward our little ol’ selves, Julie! Fortunately, our friends help us out, as one of mine did in putting this film in front of me last week—after it had been out for months and I’d never even heard of its existence…

      Glad you’ll be able to enjoy it, and be sure to pass it along and keep the chain going!

  • Robert Spencer  says:

    Yesterday, I created a multiple-choice quiz on great lines from great movies. One of them was “Baby, you’re so fine, I’d drink a tub of your bath water” from “She’s Gotta Have It.” Talk about coincidence.

    Spike Lee’s films, brutally truthful reminders of the black experience in America, work so well because he tells a damn good story. “Do the Right Thing” describes how a somewhat minor incident like destroying a boombox with a bat ignite years of racial tension into a violent riot, ultimately leading to the torching of a popular and long-established neighborhood pizzeria. It was Lee’s cinematic response specific to two racially charged uprisings in Los Angeles. First, in Watts in the summer of 1965, Marquette Frye was pulled over by the CHP for suspected drunk driving. This rather routine non-violent event resulted in a horrific six-day riot, a tragedy sparked by racial anxiety which had plagued that community for decades. Second, twenty-seven years later, following the acquittal of four LAPD officers involved in the savage beating of Rodney King, an even more destructive riot erupted; the final tally was 63 killed, 2,383 injured, 12,000 arrested and property damage in the billions.

    We really haven’t learned a damn thing since then. In fact, it’s gotten worse. King and Frye weren’t killed or paralyzed like George Floyd, Brionna Taylor and Jacob Blake.

    Spike Lee’s strength as a filmmaker lies in his ability to take a serious subject like racial prejudice and mold it into an engrossing story. In an interview a few years ago, Spike Lee said, “I’m just trying to tell a good story and make thought provoking, entertaining films. I just try and draw upon the great culture we have as people, from music, novels, the streets.” Moreover, he uses iconic moments in old films to enhance his own creations and reshape them into his particular message. Mélanie Thierry holding a cigarette in “Da Five Bloods” might remind you of Lauren Bacall’s sultry “just put your lips together and blow” in “To Have and Have Not.”

    Drew, once again you’ve nailed it. However, you’ve got the wrong John directing “Treasure of Sierra Madre”. It was Huston not Ford.

    • Andrew Hidas  says:

      Fixed, Mr. Spencer! I actually checked that Sierra Madre reference as I do everything, never trusting memory without the assistance of Google—and then wound up reading right through “Huston” and typing in “Ford” anyway. As they say in the wider media world, “Traversing regrets the error.”

  • Robert Spencer  says:

    You’re forgiven. Perhaps our President should follow your lead. In the 55 years we’ve known each other. this may your most egregious mistake.

    • Andrew Hidas  says:

      Aside from that time…oh wait: This is a PG blog…

  • Don Shrumm  says:

    great review; we will check it out here in Colorado. Hope you saw that Rolling Stone’s new list of Best 500 albums of all time newly has “What’s Going On” as number one!

    • Andrew Hidas  says:

      Saw a few previous rankings somewhere in the #6-15 all-time range, Don, but no, hadn’t seen the latest, thanks for letting me know. Pretty stiff competition but a strong case to be made for it, though, methinks. Truth to tell, I’d never paid much attention to it as a thematic whole; I think I had always been kind of lulled to sleep by Marvin’s so very groovy groove, so didn’t appreciate enough what he was doing lyrically and how much he stuck his neck out to enact his artistic vision when Berry Gordy & others were yammering in his ear about how it would ruin him. Out of such stubbornness sometimes comes great art, which certainly appears to be the case here.

      Good to hear from you; let me know in one form or other your take on the film!

  • Kevin Feldman  says:

    Thanks Andrew – terrific review… my son Max (30 yrs old) loved this movie and for whatever reason I’ve let it slip by – but no longer! Pretty remarkable how Berry Gordy refused to release What’s Going On saying it was “too political” and as you note Gaye wouldn’t have it, going on strike so to speak not recording anything for the label until Gordy relented… of course, it went on to be a huge chart topping hit… The same album has “Inner City Blues (Makes Me Wanna Holler) which is sadly oh so relevant today… the closing stanza is:

    “Crime is increasing
    Trigger happy policing
    Panic is spreading
    God knows where, where we’re heading
    Oh, they don’t…”

    • Andrew Hidas  says:

      And then to have him gunned down by his own father, good God! Reality outdoes fiction once again…

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