I am a sucker for unintelligent Bruce Willis vehicles, but I’ll cursed Tears of the Sun on my son, Colin. (Ok, I admit it was my money that rented it). Tears of the Sun falls in to the broad time reputable genre of films and novels that are ready in the context of race difference but really serve to obsess over the continued ethical motive drama of albescentness and its discontents. Think Kevin Costner in Dances with Wolves, or Dustin Hoffman in Bantam Ample Man, or Leonardo Dicarpio in Blood Diamond, or for that matter Conrad, Kipling, and Fenimore Cooper. What gets me about these films, and Tears of the Sun seems especially egregious, is that all the ethical motive wrestling with the curse of albescentness becomes, SURPRISE, yet other occasion for championing the ethical motive ascendancy of albescent people. As if we say to ourselves âLook how ambitious I™m difficult to be good, and humble, and true, and right, and how ambitious I am difficult to atone for ago race sins; I must really be amended than everyone other after all.”
