To Be Takei
Scott Hardie: “It was ok.”
The two halves of this movie do not belong together. One is a merry, all-smiles, pop-art take on a celebrity's career in showbiz, full of minor supporting roles that didn't exactly set the world on fire, and his present-day popularity on Facebook. The other half is a grim and very sober remembrance of the horrors of Japanese-American internment camps that still leave psychic wounds on its survivors, and of decades of homophobia that caused a loving couple to feel embarrassment and fear. This documentary keeps sliding between these two halves as if the tones don't clash, like they're interchangeable and equally interesting. I'd sit through a whole movie about Takei's experiences in the camps and in the closet, but I think I've had my fill of the always-chuckling TV funny-man material.