A Raisin in the Sun1961

This film unlocks a flood of themes, thoughts, and ideas.  Harlem BY LANGSTON HUGHES       Does it dry up       like a raisin in the sun?       Or fester like a sore—       And then run?       Does it stink like rotten meat?       Or crust and sugar over—       like a syrupy sweet?       Maybe it just sags       like a heavy load.

• Or does it explode?*