‘El Camino’ Is Aight

Disclaimer: Spoilers, son. Spoilers. That is all.

So, after expressing my excitement/reservation about El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie, I’m finally back with my assessment, son. Now, I won’t lie, man. The film is cool, fam. Just cool. I mean, it definitely isn’t bad, but it also isn’t on the level of the original Breaking Bad. Hell, it isn’t even on the level of Better Call Saul, bruh. All in all, I may have expected more from Vince Gilligan, but the movie is still a welcomed addition.

Ok, for those who are interested, here’s the movie’s backstory. Now, after Walter White released him from the Brotherhood‘s enslavement, Jesse Pinkman finds his way to his friends, Skinny Pete and Badger. Anyway, due to the machine gun-induced chaos that occurred in Breaking Bad‘s “Felina,” the police are looking to question Pinkman. Anyway, with the help of Skinny and Badger, Pinkman is able to avoid the (real) authorities. Side bar, he did have a run-in with some muhfuckas dressed like cops, but that’s another story, son.

Moving on, Pinkman’s goal is to get enough money to pay Ed Galbraith for a brand new identity. Now, for anyone who’s unfamiliar, Galbraith is a dude who originally helped White evade authorities and gave Saul Goodman a way out after all of Heisenberg‘s fuckery. In any case, Pinkman has to find double the amount to pay Galbraith because he didn’t show up the first time Galbraith tried to help him disappear. From there, Pinkman ends up robbing/killing a couple of people for the extra bread and blah, blah, blah.

Look, let me be clear, man. Real talk, it may appear like I’m being flippant about the movie. In reality, I actually enjoyed it, fam. The way I see it, it’s a fitting ending to the Breaking Bad story. Shit, we already knew what happened to White, we knew what happened to Goodman, and now, we know what happens to Pinkman. On the real, I think the film suffers because it’s a film. Meaning, Breaking Bad benefitted from being a television show. Frankly, Gilligan could really get in depth with the details, bruh. Keeping it a buck, that attention to detail is what made Breaking Bad and Better Call Saul great shows. The fact is, it’s hard to cram all of that shit in two hours, son.

In the end, I still appreciate the movie, man. Ultimately, it’s a good addition to the Breaking Bad canon, fam. By and by, I might’ve gotten my hopes too high, but I can’t necessarily say I was disappointed, bruh. At the end of the day, I will always watch anything Breaking Bad-related, son. YEAH, BITCH! MAGNETS! Good day. LC out.

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Boxing Is Killing Everyone

So, before my fellow boxing fans jump down my throat, yes, I’m being facetious with the title of this post. But, seriously, what the fuck is going on, son? Ok, I know that a good number of boxers have died in the past. However, right now, it seems like these tragedies are more prevalent, man. All in all, Rest In Peace to all of the fighters who have lost their lives.

Ok, for those who are unaware, Patrick Day, a Super Welterweight fighter from New York, just passed away yesterday. He died four days after getting knocked out by Charles Conwell in the 10th round of their bout. Now, during the fight, after a barrage of punches from Conwell, Day went down and slammed his head on the canvas. From there, the referee immediately stopped the fight and Day was taken to the hospital. Sadly, he lost consciousness and never woke up again.

Now, as fucked up as this situation is, the sobering part is the fact that Day is the fourth person (that I know of) to die this year from injuries sustained in the ring. I mean, based on the records I’ve seen, Day joined Maxim Dadashev, Hugo Santillan and Boris Stanchov on the list of boxers who’ve died in 2019. All in all, the number of deaths is higher than the regular yearly average.

Look, from what I can tell, one or two boxers might unfortunately die every year. In any case, there are also years where no one dies at all. So, I really wonder why this year seems to be a bit different. Like, what are the factors that are contributing to the spike, fam? Sure, getting punched in the face/head is never truly ideal. But, boxing has been around for hundreds of years, bruh. Frankly, I don’t know if fighters are hitting harder or if the canvas is just a cotdamn death trap, son.

In the day, the phrase “you don’t play boxing” is sadly accurate. Ultimately, it’s a super tragedy that Day lost his life, man. By and by, I hope Conwell isn’t too hard on himself, fam. The way I see it, he never intended to inflict that type of damage on Day. At the end of the day, boxing can be a brutal sport and we can’t take these warriors lightly, bruh. All I know is, they’re literally putting their lives on the line, son. Anyway, RIP Patrick Day. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Even though he didn’t die, Adonis Stevenson is another boxer who almost passed away this year. *Sigh* Shit is frightening out here, man. Real talk, I pray for the safety of all of these fighters. Good day.

RIP Atatiana Jefferson

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, when innocent Black people are killed by the police, I swing between two different emotions: rage and numbness. Shit, depending on the day, I’m either a raging maniac or scarily numb. All I can say is, I’m in the rage stage right now. The fact is, there are NO circumstances that can justify the death of Atatiana Jefferson. Frankly, I’m having a hard time articulating myself, man.

Ok, for those who are unaware, this past weekend, Jefferson was murdered by Fort Worth officer Aaron Dean in her own home. Now, according to the story, around 2:30 AM on Saturday, Jefferson was babysitting her nephew. Apparently, her neighbor noticed that her front door was slightly open. Anyway, being a concerned neighbor, this individual called the police and asked them to do a wellness check. From there, within a second or two of arriving on the scene, Dean shot Jefferson through the window, in front of her nephew. Please note, he was lurking outside of her house and never identified himself as an officer.

Now, before I continue, let me address those “she had a gun in the house” people. Yes, motherfucker, if a person I don’t know is outside of my window at 2:30 in the morning, I have every right to arm myself. The truth is, Dean didn’t follow any protocol, didn’t properly assess the situation and shot an innocent woman in her own fucking house. On the real, I don’t want to hear any of that “he feared for his life” shit. This dickhead was there for a cotdamn wellness check, fam. What part of the game is shooting a woman through the fucking window, bruh? Honestly, I’m mad as FUCK right now, son.

In the end, I have nothing else to say, man. Ultimately, I just want to say Rest In Peace to Atatiana Jefferson. By and by, she died in the most senseless way, fam. In addition, I feel terrible about the fact that her nephew was there to witness that, bruh. At the end of the day, fuck Aaron Dean and I hope the courts give him exactly what he deserves. That is all. LC out.

‘Joker’ Is Everything I Wanted It To Be

Disclaimer: This post has all of the spoilers, son. Proceed with caution.

So, here’s the deal, man. On the real, I’m a lifelong Batman fan who finally got to see the newly-released Joker movie. Now, to be fair, I’ve seen a lot of the criticism that the film has garnered. Frankly, the detractors didn’t affect my viewpoint at all, fam. I mean, do folks not realize this is a movie about the Joker? A psychopath who kills people for sport? With that being said, the film is everything I wanted it to be, bruh.

Ok, for those who are unaware, the movie details the troubled life of Arthur Fleck. Now, according to this storyline, he’s a mentally ill clown-for-hire, who lives with his delusional mother and aspires to be a comedian. Anyway, through a series of unfortunate events, Fleck is left medication-less, jobless and loses his cotdamn mind. Shit, once Fleck freaks the fuck out, he murders seven people, including his own mother. In addition, he influences an entire city of misfits to engage in copious amounts of wilin’. Side bar, I’m really not doing the plot justice, son. Real talk, a TON of shit happens in this movie and I’m not even scratching the surface, man.

Moving on, the film is based around the idea that a few fucked up events can drive anyone crazy. The truth is, that premise borrows heavily from the Batman: The Killing Joke comic book that was released in 1988. The idea behind that graphic novel is that “one bad day” can make anybody insane. All in all, I see this Joker film as an interpretation of what the character was always intended to be. Like, yeah, the Joker is fucking looney tunes, but folks have always tried to theorize about why he ended up that way.

With all of that being said, I feel like some of these critiques are unnecessary, fam. First, there’s the idea that the movie is trying to excuse the behavior of White mass murderers. Look, anyone who reads this blog knows that I’m all about fighting the machine, bruh. However, there was nothing racial about this movie to me at all. The way I see it, the films revolves around two main concepts: mental health and poverty. All I know is, those topics aren’t exclusive to any racial or ethnic group, son. Now, does that justify the Joker’s actions? Fuck no, man. But, I definitely don’t agree with the idea that the movie is vindicating the Joker’s tomfoolery.

Second, I’ve always hated it when critics say that a piece of art will “inspire” people to replicate the behavior. Ok, yes, there is a scary possibility that some individual might look at Arthur Fleck and see themselves. But, should the director, Todd Phillips, have to worry about that? Hell, if that’s the case, then we’d have to apply that same logic to everything, fam. Look, if that’s the case, then Scarface shouldn’t have been made because it’ll inspire folks to sell cocaine. Euphoria shouldn’t have been made because it’ll inspire kids to do opioids. Honestly, where does it end, bruh? The fact is, no artistic expression is ever going to check all of the boxes of what’s “acceptable,” son.

In the end, Joker is exactly what I thought it would be, man. Ultimately, it’s the story of a dude who loses his shit and kills a bunch of people. By and by, if anyone has ever read ANYTHING about the Joker, they’d know that that’s precisely who the character is, fam. At the end of the day, if people are upset about what the film represents, then they’ve never been familiar with the Joker, bruh. That is all. LC out.

P.S. Joaquin Phoenix deserves some type of award for that performance, son. All I can say is, he acted the SHIT out of that role, man. He really had me convinced that he was bat-shit crazy, fam, pun intended. Good day.

Tyler Perry Runs Hollywood

So, I won’t lie, son. Real talk, I have conflicting feelings about Tyler Perry, man. On one hand, I can’t say that I’m the biggest fan of his movies and TV shows. But, I must admit, I respect the fuckity-fuck out of him, fam. I mean, what he’s accomplishing in Hollywood needs to be applauded, bruh. All in all, instead of waiting for the powers that be to empower him, Perry took ownership of his legacy. The point is, the grand opening of Tyler Perry Studios is a big fucking deal, brethren.

Ok, for those who missed it, Perry officially opened the 330-acre studio he built in Atlanta, Georgia. Now, at first, I was confused, son. Shit, based on the fact that Black Panther and The Walking Dead have filmed there, I thought the studio was already up-and-running. However, those projects only operated on a small part of the studio. The fact is, the overall site is a much bigger and doper endeavor, man.

Now, in celebration of the grand opening, Perry had a party that included damn near every important Black person in the industry. Like, whether we’re talking about Oprah WinfreySamuel L. JacksonAva DuVernayBeyoncé or Jay-Z, the stars showed up and showed out at Perry’s event. With all of that being said, I hope people don’t miss the point about why this is a huge moment, fam. For some background, Tyler Perry Studios is the first production studio that’s fully-owned by a Black person. On top of that, it’s larger than Walt Disney StudiosWarner Bros. Studios and Paramount Pictures combined. Yeah, that’s big shit right there, bruh.

In the end, I wholly respect Perry for not waiting for a handout. Ultimately, as people of color, we’re always talking about wanting “a seat at the table.” The way I see it, fuck all of that, son. Frankly, we should be more worried about building our own tables. By and by, when we maintain our independence, we no longer put ourselves at the mercy of those who don’t want us to win. At the end of the day, ownership is real freedom, man. So, salute to Tyler Perry, fam. Salute. That is all. LC out.

GGG Got Old In Front Of Us

So, let me begin this post by saying that I’m a huge fan of Gennady Golovkin. Real talk, I thoroughly enjoy watching him punch unfortunate fighters into oblivion. I mean, based on his résumé, it’s obvious to see why Middleweight boxers, including Canelo Álvarez, avoided him for so long. With all of that being said, Father Time might’ve finally caught up with him, son. All in all, based on what I saw this past Saturday night, the 37-year-old fighter may be starting to decline.

Ok, for those who missed it, Golovkin, better known as GGG, fought Sergiy Derevyanchenko for the vacant IBF and IBO Middleweight titles. Now, for some background, GGG previously held both of those belts, along with the WBA and WBC belts, before fighting Álvarez. Anyway, after two bullshit decisions, GGG lost his titles. I mean, no one can tell me that GGG didn’t win that first fight against Álvarez, fam. In addition, no one can tell me that their second fight wasn’t a draw. All I know is, Álvarez ain’t never actually beat GGG, bruh.

In any case, when the IBF governing body stripped Álvarez of the title, it opened the door for GGG to become a champion again. However, he would have to go through Derevyanchenko, the number-one contender. So, the bout between the two took place this past weekend on DAZN. Now, in terms of the fight itself, GGG looked fucking old, son. Hell, his punches were slow, he didn’t throw enough shots overall and he was getting hit a lot. Yes, I know that some people are going to point out that GGG knocked Derevyanchenko down and opened up a cut on his face. The truth is, outside of that, GGG lost most of the exchanges, man.

Moving on, there are rumors that GGG was sick leading into the match. According to promoter Eddie Hearn, despite his illness, GGG insisted on fighting. Now, all of this could very well be true, fam. Frankly, we’ll never know. All I can say is, that version of GGG was visibly diminished, bruh. Honestly, if the current GGG got into the ring with Álvarez for a third time, then GGG would probably get knocked the fuck out, son. The way I see it, time might finally be catching up to the legend.

In the end, maybe this was a fluke and GGG still has something left in the tank. However, from my vantage point, he looked washed and he lost that fight to Derevyanchenko. Ultimately, as someone who thought that GGG was robbed in his fights against Álvarez, he was gifted a decision in his win against Derevyanchenko. By and by, this is why boxing gets on my fucking nerves, brethren. At the end of the day, judges just can’t be trusted in the slightest, man. That is all. LC out.

Can’t Front On Israel Adesanya

So, I won’t lie, son. Real talk, I have conflicting feelings about Israel Adesanya, man. On one hand, I think he’s one of the best MMA fighters I’ve ever seen. On the other hand, I think he talks too cotdamn much. Either way, one thing can’t be denied, fam: this muhfucka is really good at fighting, bruh. All in all, after his performance against Robert Whittaker at UFC 243, none of us can front on Stylebender, brethren.

Ok, for those who missed it, the most-attended UFC event just occurred this weekend. So, in Marvel Stadium over in Melbourne, Australia, roughly 57,000 people watched Adesanya and Whittaker battle it out for the Middleweight championship. Now, for reference, Whittaker was the undisputed champion and Adesanya was the interim champion. Anyway, the fight between the two was a unification bout. In addition, it was a battle of supremacy between Australia and New Zealand. In any case, we didn’t get a long and drawn-out match, son. Instead, Adesanya just starched Whittaker, man.

Now, I don’t even know if I can explain how big of a deal that is, fam. First, Whittaker hadn’t lost in five years and hadn’t lost at all since moving up to Middleweight. I mean, the man went ten rounds with Yoel Romero and lived to tell the tale, bruh. Moving on, based on those two facts and the five-round war that Adesanya had with Kelvin Gastelum, I believed that Whittaker had a good chance, son. Well, I was fucking wrong, man. Frankly, Adesanya beat the shit out of Whittaker and made it look easy, folks.

The way I see it, Whittaker had a terrible game plan, son. The fact is, when a fighter strikes as well as Adesanya does, his opponent can’t just run at him recklessly. Shit, Whittaker believed he could knock him out and just wildly threw shots at him. From there, Adesanya dropped Whittaker in the first round before knocking him out for good in the second round. All I know is, I didn’t expect the fight to go down like that, man. I mean, I thought someone was getting slumped, but not that easily, fam.

In the end, Adesanya is for real, bruh. Ultimately, despite some of the cringey trash talk, he’s backed up all of his words, son. By and by, other Middleweights need to think twice before going strike-for-strike with him. All I can say is, only a savvy grappler is going to stand a chance against him, man. At the end of the day, I don’t think fighters like Paulo Costa or Romero can handle the smoke, fam. Alas, only time will tell, people. For now, Adesanya is the fucking man and he told us he would be. That is all. LC out.