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Winnifred Jong’s “Tokens on Call” is a Masterclass in Woke Storytelling - Women in Film



You know a series is great when you feel the same or more excitement when watching it a second time around. I had to wait about two years, but Tokens was worth the wait. Winnifred Jong’s Tokens is a masterclass in woke storytelling.

As a viewer, Tokens was a fun ride with lots of surprises and instantly lovable characters. Jong’s storytelling is educational without feeling like an afterschool special.

As a screenwriter, I was confronted with all the tired tropes that I’d picked up and unintentionally repeating in my work. Rewatching the series was a great study in how to flip the script on race and gender issues without being heavy-handed or preachy.

In the eight 5-minute episodes were featured multiple storylines that came together for a fresh and fun viewing experience. I wish there were more Bettys (Shelley Thompson) in the casting world.

After watching the series, I daydreamed about how much more exciting the storytelling world would be if there were more diversity in gender, race, and bodies on stage and screen. Like, what if there were a mandate that one role must be randomly cast.



In her interview on tokenized POC characters in visual media for LA-Screenwriter, said she was tired of seeing Asian characters as one-dimensional caricatures. Realizing that good scripts are hard to find, Jong set out to write her own story.

Oh yeah, Tokens also calls out issues with diversity in the production team. This series is everything. Winnifred and her team really did something.

Tokens is a tongue-in-cheek comedy about the actors who find themselves randomly sent to productions desperate to hit their diversity quotas. Think Uber for actors. The project was nominated by the Women In the Director’s Chair for Telefilm Canada MicroBudget Program funding. It’s also was one of 21 projects that received funding in the inaugural year of the Bell Fund - Short Form Digital Series Fiction Program.

Created on St. Maarten. Based in Chicago. Onicia Muller (@OniciaMuller) writes, says funny things, and enjoys hanging with creative minds. Originally published in The Daily Herald's Weekender, Just Being Funny is a weekly reflection where Onicia laughs at life
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