In another Afro-surrealist spectacle, Boots Riley takes what is at face value a heist movie, and turns it somehow into a Class Consciousness 101 class before you even know what hit you.
At the risk of taking away from someone else's chance of going in blind like I did and experiencing everything without any pretext: the movie follows our band of misfits (boosters) who steal clothes and sell them at a discount, "as community service." This leads to that, and you may or may not find yourself with International Communism. Make of that what you will.
Jokes aside, despite the surface of stunning visuals (and visual effects), on top of a catchy soundtrack, the film deals with a lot of core ideas and struggles, from (worker) alienation, to transnational, intersectional class solidarity, to accelerationism, to finding community and purpose. I think, especially in the current media and political landscape, it's pretty radical to openly discuss (and name) those aspects of class (and individual) struggle.
That being said, it does land pretty soft on some parts that it almost teases. The anti-billionaire messaging, though present, is not strong enough. Somehow something as liberal as Don't Look Up (2021) did a better job there (despite failing on a lot of fronts I Love Boosters smashes with ease). You do not, under any circumstances, "gotta hand it to them." To quote the film, "Now is not the time for nuance."
All in all, definitely one of my favorites for the year and a strong recommendation, despite the soft landing.