The Librarians Who Is Jenkins

If you're curious about Barry Jenkins' next film, I feel the same mix of impatience and excitement — he tends to take his time and it usually pays off. Looking at his track record (he gave us 'Moonlight' in 2016, 'If Beale Street Could Talk' in 2018 and then the series 'The Underground Railroad' in 2021), you can see he moves deliberately between projects, often spending years in development, research, and crafting the screenplay. As of mid-2024 there wasn't a widely confirmed release date for a new Jenkins-directed feature film, so there wasn't a firm day on the calendar I could circle. Practically, the timeline for any new Barry Jenkins movie depends on where a project sits: development, pre-production, shooting, or post-production. If he announced a project entering production in 2024, a realistic theatrical release window might easily be 2025–2026, given festival strategies and distribution deals. Jenkins often premieres projects at major festivals — keep an eye on Cannes, Venice, TIFF, and Telluride for early festival screenings or premieres, because that's where his films tend to show up. If you want to be first in the know, I follow a few habits: bookmark Variety and The Hollywood Reporter, follow Jenkins' verified social accounts (they'll post production updates or first images), and watch festival lineups when they go live. I check IndieWire and local film festival pages too. It's a small ritual now: new Jenkins news = immediate group chat with friends. Fingers crossed he'll announce something soon — I can't wait to see what he does next.

I got hooked on how Barry Jenkins cast for 'Moonlight' because it felt less like a conventional Hollywood search and more like building a found family. He wanted people who could carry truth and vulnerability, not just technical acting chops, so the process leaned heavily on open calls in Miami and patient chemistry work. For the central role of Chiron, Jenkins cast three actors—Alex Hibbert, Ashton Sanders, and Trevante Rhodes—who weren’t just physically plausible across ages but who shared a similar emotional language. He looked for the gestures, the silences, the ways they held themselves; matching those subtle rhythms mattered more than exact facial resemblance. He brought in local kids, lesser-known performers, and a few actors with some credits, then ran layered auditions: solo readings, improvisations, and group scenes to see how people reacted together. Jenkins and his team prioritized naturalism, so auditions often felt like conversations or slice-of-life exercises. He also tested dynamics—putting potential Chirons in scenes with prospective Kevins or Juan—to see if the chemistry felt lived-in. For key adult roles he did bring in slightly more established actors—Mahershala Ali as Juan and André Holland as the older Kevin—because their presence helped anchor the younger performers and the film’s tonal shifts. The whole casting approach felt collaborative and slow-brewing, like letting a film family find itself rather than picking from a catalog, and that patience shows on screen.

My brain still lights up when I think about 'Moonlight' and what it did at the Oscars — it felt like a personal win for people who love quiet, gentle storytelling. Barry Jenkins himself won the Academy Award for Best Adapted Screenplay, which he shared with Tarell Alvin McCraney. That’s the big, concrete thing everyone remembers: the Oscar statuette for writing the screenplay, officially credited to Jenkins and McCraney for their adaptation of McCraney’s unpublished play. The whole awards night was wild because the film also took Best Picture (the producers received that trophy), and Mahershala Ali won Best Supporting Actor. Jenkins was nominated for Best Director as well, which was huge recognition even though he didn’t win that one. Beyond the Oscars, 'Moonlight' and Jenkins collected lots of critics’ prizes and festival acclaim — think of the way the indie film world and critics’ circles embraced it, plus several honors from independent-film organizations. For a director who came out of relative obscurity, those combined wins and nominations turned Jenkins into a name people watched. I still find it inspiring how a small, tender film could break through like that; Jenkins’ Oscar for Best Adapted Screenplay is the headline, but the ripple effects — nominations, festival love, and the Best Picture moment — are part of the win too.

I still get a little giddy talking about how Barry Jenkins and James Laxton found their groove together. Over the past decade Laxton has been Jenkins' signature lens: he shot 'Moonlight', which won hearts (and Oscars) for its intimate, painterly look, and he followed up with the lush, tactile visuals of 'If Beale Street Could Talk'. He also played a leading role on 'The Underground Railroad', helping Jenkins translate his literary and emotional sensibility into striking, period-drenched imagery. Watching those three projects back-to-back is like seeing an artist and his primary brush develop a shared vocabulary—color, texture, and a very human proximity to faces and skin tones. Laxton's style—soft, saturated colors that still feel lived-in, and camera work that’s often both patient and physically close—matches Jenkins' storytelling priorities: character, memory, and mood. Jenkins has used other directors of photography on smaller or more specific projects, but none of them have been as consistently present as Laxton. For me, their collaboration is like listening to a favorite band where the songwriter and lead guitarist just intuit each other's moves; it’s the reason some moments in those films feel like they could only exist in that precise pairing. If you haven’t rewatched those films with an eye on the cinematography, try it—you’ll notice how decisions about light and frame do half the emotional work, and you start to appreciate Laxton as a true co-author rather than just a technician.

I'm the sort of person who gets giddy talking about how novels seep into films, and with Barry Jenkins it's pretty obvious that books sit at the core of his storytelling DNA. The most direct influence is James Baldwin — not just because Jenkins adapted 'If Beale Street Could Talk', but because Baldwin's voice informs Jenkins' rhythm: tender, interrogative, and morally urgent. Baldwin's essays and novels — think 'Notes of a Native Son' and 'Go Tell It on the Mountain' — have that mix of intimacy and social critique that Jenkins loves to translate into close-up human moments on screen. Another writer I keep circling back to when thinking about Jenkins is Toni Morrison. Works like 'Beloved' and 'The Bluest Eye' show how memory, trauma, and lyrical prose can be woven into nonlinear storytelling. Jenkins borrows that willingness to let time feel elastic and emotions linger beyond tidy exposition. Beyond those giants, I notice echoes of modernist techniques — the stream-of-consciousness interiority of 'Mrs Dalloway' or the fragmented time jumps you see in 'The Sound and the Fury' — filtered through a distinctly Black American lens. Also, it's important to say Jenkins' collaboration with Tarell Alvin McCraney (whose play 'In Moonlight Black Boys Look Blue' was the seed for 'Moonlight') shows how theatrical and literary forms combine in his process. Reading those books while rewatching his films feels like discovering a conversation between prose and image that keeps unfolding each time I return to them.

Watching 'Moonlight' the first time, the color felt like a language I didn’t know I spoke—soft blues, saturated teals, and occasional neon that seemed to translate feeling into light. For me, Barry Jenkins chose that palette because he wanted the film to read like a memory and a mood rather than a straightforward chronicle. He and his collaborators layered color to mark Chiron’s inner life across the three chapters: the hues shift subtly to track vulnerability, confusion, yearning, and eventual quiet strength. That sea-blue motif keeps returning (water scenes, night skies, the glow of streetlights) because water itself is a throughline—baptism, refuge, and the source of longing. Technically, Jenkins worked closely with his cinematographer and production team to build those tones with practical lights, gels, and delicate color timing in post. The aim wasn’t a flashy palette for its own sake; it was to honor Black skin and intimacy on screen, rendering faces and textures with richness instead of the washed-out grey that sometimes creeps into lower-budget cinema. The colors also turn ordinary Miami into something mythic—neon becomes emotional punctuation, fluorescent interiors feel like memory boxes, and each chapter's light choices help us live Chiron’s feelings rather than just watch them. In short, Jenkins used color as emotional architecture, and for me that’s what makes 'Moonlight' feel like a lived, breathing poem rather than just a movie.

The first time I watched 'The Underground Railroad' I had my headphones on and the sound felt like another character — quiet, brooding, and sometimes impossibly tender. Barry Jenkins leans on music not as decoration but as narrative muscle: he lets Nicholas Britell's score carry emotion when words aren't enough. There's a lot of restraint — sparse piano lines, breathy strings, and moments of near silence — and that restraint makes the louder moments hit harder. Jenkins often pairs pastoral, almost hymn-like music with brutal imagery, which creates this wrenching dissonance that stays with you long after an episode ends. He also uses diegetic music and ambient sound to root us in place. Field songs, the clack of tools, or a tinny radio in a roadside bar will bleed into the score so naturally that you can't tell where real life stops and composed emotion starts. Recurring motifs follow Cora like footprints: a small motif will appear in a plaintive form during a scene of loss then rise into a fuller orchestration during escape or hope. That musical continuity makes the series feel mythic, like a folktale told in shards rather than a straightforward historical drama. On a practical level, Jenkins uses music to control pacing. Long, meditative stretches with minimal score allow the viewer to breathe and absorb the weight of a scene; conversely, swelling orchestral moments accelerate the sense of peril or transcendence. If you're into rewatching, try episodes with headphones and pay attention to how silence and sound design get equal billing with the score — it’s a brilliant way he deepens character and place, and it made me want to revisit the soundtrack on its own.

The first time I watched 'If Beale Street Could Talk' I felt like someone had translated a memory I'd never lived into music and color. Jenkins digs into love as something fierce and ordinary at the same time — not romanticized Hollywood love but the stubborn, everyday tenderness between two people and their families. That tenderness becomes a kind of resistance against a system designed to crush them: the film pairs intimate moments (a quirked smile, a hand on a belly, lullaby-like conversations) with the brutal machinery of incarceration and racist legal structures that can snatch futures away. He also explores motherhood and family in ways that kept surprising me. The mothers in the story are anchors — protective, pragmatic, angry, and aching — and Jenkins gives them space to breathe, to rage, and to love. There's a clear focus on how families cope collectively with trauma, how community networks hold people up, and how hope is threaded through small acts. The legal injustice theme is never abstract; it's claustrophobic and bureaucratic, showing how paperwork, prejudice, and disbelief feed one another. Visually and sonically, Jenkins treats memory and time like characters. The score, the saturated colors, and the voiceover blend to make past and present feel porous; love and grief sit side by side. So beyond the obvious social critique, he’s meditating on storytelling itself — how we tell our truths, how tenderness can be revolutionary, and how people survive with dignity. Watching it left me quietly furious and quietly hopeful at the same time.