A young woman (Erin) walks through a field, seen through foggy film with vivid colors. An older man (John) works on a car, shot on reality-style video. He keeps yelling Erin's name. She sits down next to his garage. He comes out and asks her what flavor alcohol she wants. A dragster engine roars . . .
<i>Cinnamon</i> offers a glimpse into the world of African American drag racing, following the consistent routine of bank teller/car driver Erin and mechanic John. They prepare their souped-up blue Camaro in the garage. Erin practices her driving routine. They push the car up to the line. They race. They break down the results. Once the routine has been disrupted, the result of the race comes into doubt. Their relationship is similar to that between a composer and a musician, where the mechanic is the creator and the driver interprets the music.
Director Kevin Everson is a king at using several different styles, alternating between conventionally scripted scenes and documentary footage of real racers to create a captivating sensation of a film that captures the rhythms and realism of the racing world. By making repetition into an art, Everson explores family bonds and daily details to tell a compelling story.
Come and get immersed in race-car fetishes . . .crisp, blaring sound . . .the race light tree . . .the burning tires . . .total atmosphere.