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In 1985 New Jersey, an offbeat Black girl tries to decode the unwritten rules of her new suburban school — where cliques, crushes, and cultural expectations collide, and fitting in might mean losing yourself.
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Makeba Roosevelt doesn't code-switch—she can't. She's just herself. And in 1985, that makes her a problem everywhere. Too articulate for Black kids. Too Black for white ones. When her upwardly mobile parents move her from their Black neighborhood to Mountainside, a predominantly white suburb, she walks into Lenhart High hoping to disappear. Instead, she collides—literally—with Ian, a Black kid who reads her preppy clothes and "proper" voice as performance, and calls her an Oreo before she even makes it to homeroom.
By lunch, things get worse. Mara, a white girl desperate to keep the golden boy Jack's attention, steals Makeba's prized Walkman—a gift from her father that she wasn't supposed to bring to school. When the VP won't help because "where's your proof?", Makeba realizes the rules don't protect her either way. So she does what any smart girl does: she builds her own crew and takes what's hers.
Enter the unlikeliest alliance: Claire, the white hippie who lives down the street and sees auras between bong hits. Jack, the preppy golden boy caught between his interest in Makeba and his social standing. Naima, the Afro-Latina girl who's exhausted from being told to pick a side. And Ian—the same kid who dismissed her that morning, now forced to reckon with his own assumptions. With a quiet assist from Mr. Rivers, the Black AP History teacher who knows a thing or two about creative solutions, they pull off a locker heist that blurs every line the school tried to draw.
BLUR is a coming-of-age heist dramedy about the specific loneliness of never fitting the script—and the radical act of refusing to perform. It's The Breakfast Club meets The Get Down: detention replaced with a cassette tape, Bob Marley on repeat, and a crew of kids who discover that the space between worlds isn't empty—it's where the real resistance lives.
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