White Boy Rick is more than a primo Matthew McConaughey movie, though it is definitely one of those. It is a darkly funny – basically true – tale of a family gone wrong in a city gone hella wrong, 1980s Detroit.
Yann Demange’s film is a grim sociological examination, proctological in its penetration of a city in the throes of a decline both precipitous and long term. Indeed, Detroit was already ruined by the mid-eighties.
The Wershe family were about the last white family in that Detroit, their city controlled by crack dealers and crooked politicians, each with bad cops on the take. Rick Wershe Sr. – McConaughey – was an entrepreneurial gun dealer just sure his big break was around the next corner. His son never stood a chance.
Rick Wershe Jr. is in prison to this day, for real. Getting mixed up with AK-47s used to massacre little boys and later becoming a big time crack dealer – moving major weight on the street corners of Detroit – will lead to those kind of consequences, even for a juvenile. He’s a very sympathetic felon, White Boy Rick.
His biopic is a great movie, worth seeking out for McConaughey fans and darkly funny crime drama aficionados, plus those interested in Destroyed Detroit as a sociological and economic phenomenon.
Matthew McConaughey’s Richard Wershe Sr. is a man who dances to the sound of his own bullhorn. Instantly one of the great McConaughey’s inimitable characters, Rick Wershe is like a mashup of his demented salesman in Wolf of Wall Street and his hustler in Dallas Buyers Club.
French director Yann Demange specializes in underworld films, with White Boy Rick being his first American-set movie. Choosing a true story set in Detroit clearly suited him to a T.
The movie hews remarkably close to the real White Boy Rick’s twisted life story, albeit does spice up the story here and there according to History vs. Hollywood.
Movie hijinks aside, White Boy Rick occurs in 1980s Detroit, already a destroyed city and yet a full decade before the urban apocalypse that gave birth to Eminem in 8 Mile.