When the credits roll, you are left with a lingering question: If a man can find redemption and purpose within the walls of Sing Sing, what is our excuse for the rest of the world?

Then there is Clarence Maclin as “Divine Eye.” This is the performance of the year that no one is talking about enough. Divine Eye enters the prison as a hardened realist, viewing the theatre program as soft and useless. He carries the posture of a man who has learned that vulnerability is a weapon used against you. Watching Maclin—who was incarcerated at Sing Sing himself—peel back the layers of bravado to reveal a terrified, gifted artist underneath is a spiritual experience. The film argues that the very aggression that society locks away is often just unexpressed creativity curdled by trauma. In an era of true-crime sensationalism, where human suffering is often turned into lurid entertainment, Sing Sing is a radical act of empathy. It asks us to look at the prison system not as a collection of case numbers, but as a community of fathers, sons, and brothers.

Recommendation: Bring tissues. Bring an open mind. Leave your prejudices at the door.