[Many thanks to Peter Jordens for bringing this item to our attention.] Peter Koloff (Davinci Magazine) reports on the recent success of Jamaican-born filmmaker Beth Powell and her documentary film Discovering Bessie Coleman. Here are excerpts from Koloff’s fascinating review.
Cannes is usually a machine built on recognition. Most films arrive on the Croisette already carrying validation: big names, festival momentum, industry backing. They enter a system that already knows how to receive them.
Beth Powell’s Discovering Bessie Coleman moves to a completely different rhythm. It does not feel like a project trying to force itself into the festival apparatus. It feels like something that existed independently outside of it, finally carving its own way in.
Watching the documentary, what stayed with me was not just the arc of Bessie Coleman’s life, but the silence that historically surrounded it. How could someone accomplish something so definitive, becoming the first Black and Native American woman to earn a pilot’s license, and still remain on the outer edge of mainstream memory?
Powell’s film does not try to compensate for that erasure with spectacle. It stays grounded and direct, and in doing so reveals something quieter beneath the story itself. Bessie Coleman did not wait for the system to open. She bypassed it.
When the United States refused to teach her to fly, she packed her bags for France.
That single decision reframes her entire legacy. It was not perseverance in the neat, packaged way history often prefers to frame it. It was redirection, a refusal to remain trapped inside the boundaries of a system that had already decided where she belonged.
What makes the documentary compelling is the person behind the lens.
Beth Powell is not approaching this story as a detached observer. Born in Jamaica before eventually becoming a captain for a major American airline, her own trajectory already carried the shape of reinvention long before she picked up a camera. She now exists inside the very aviation industry that once had no place for Coleman at all.
But Powell did not wait for institutions to preserve the story for her. She built her own path toward it. Much of the project was self-funded while she continued flying commercially, balancing overnight routes, production schedules, and the financial realities of independent filmmaking. There is a certain weight that comes from building something without guarantees, especially inside industries that are built around gatekeeping access and deciding who belongs.
At a certain point, the separation between filmmaker and subject starts to narrow. The documentary stops feeling like historical recovery alone and starts feeling like continuation. [. . .]
For full article and photos by Peter Koloff, see https://davincimagazine.com/beth-powell-discovering-bessie-coleman-cannes
For more information, see https://www.imdb.com/title/tt35348218
Also see “Jamaican-born Beth Powell honored at Cannes for documentary” at https://nycaribnews.com/jamaican-born-beth-powell-honored-at-cannes-for-documentary/
[Photo above by Peter Koloff.]
[Many thanks to Peter Jordens for bringing this item to our attention.] Peter Koloff (Davinci Magazine) reports on the recent success of Jamaican-born filmmaker Beth Powell and her documentary film Discovering Bessie Coleman. Here are excerpts from Koloff’s fascinating review. Cannes is usually a machine built on recognition. Most films arrive on the Croisette already
