{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"The New York Review of Books","provider_url":"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com","author_name":"Maryanne Chaney","author_url":"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/contributors\/maryanne_chaney\/","title":"Moon Over Miami |","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"Su7s8c7QaA\"><a href=\"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/articles\/2017\/04\/20\/moon-over-miami\/\">Moon Over Miami<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/articles\/2017\/04\/20\/moon-over-miami\/embed\/#?secret=Su7s8c7QaA\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;Moon Over Miami&#8221; &#8212; The New York Review of Books\" data-secret=\"Su7s8c7QaA\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","thumbnail_url":"https:\/\/www.nybooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/03\/pinckney_2-042017.jpg","thumbnail_width":1600,"thumbnail_height":1067,"description":"Moonlight is a love story in a place where we don\u2019t usually find a gay one and at the same time it\u2019s very different from other black films set in the \u2019hood, mostly because of what it doesn\u2019t focus on. We don\u2019t hear gunfire and there is no pounding soundtrack, just as it has no bohemian artists or middle-class triumphalism about family. It\u2019s about a homo thug from that street world of the fatherless where masculine pride is supposedly all and tests of manhood are brutal. But Moonlight isn\u2019t trying to be realistic about anything, even as it confounds what we expect from stories about young black men, starting with the film\u2019s texture, its intricate soundtrack, tantric pace, and beauty frame by frame."}