‘The Little Things’: Did Albert Sparma Do It?

Disclaimer: A lot of spoilers, son. Everyone knows what to do. Act accordingly.

So, here we are again, man. Another day, another film review. All in all, it’s clear that I’ve spent some time watching movies this weekend. Moving on, before my wife and I watched Malcolm & Marie, we actually watched The Little Things. In any case, despite some questionable reviews on Rotten Tomatoes and Metacritic, I fucked with the movie, fam. On the real, I like ambiguous endings, bruh. Hell, I like the fact that we’re not 100% sure if Leonardo DiCaprio‘s character Dom Cobb is back to reality at the end of Inception. With all of that being said, after watching The Little Things, I only have one question: is Albert Sparma really a killer?

Ok, before I continue, let me quickly go through the plot. Basically, Denzel Washington plays Joe Deacon, a former detective who lost his mind, health and wife after failing to catch a serial killer. Now, after accidentally killing an innocent woman at a crime scene, Deacon’s career goes off of the rails. Fast forward 5 years, Deacon now works as a deputy sheriff and Jim Baxter (played by Rami Malek) has taken his place. Anyway, after a new murder and a separate kidnapping that resembles the M.O. of the killer that Deacon didn’t catch, he and Baxter team up to try and solve the case. From there, their investigation leads them to Sparma (played by Jared Leto).

Now, even though they don’t have any hard evidence against Sparma, he looks super bad from a circumstantial standpoint. Frankly, he seems to know way too much about these crimes and he’s just a general weirdo. As time progresses, and after several failed attempts to catch him, Sparma tells Baxter that he’ll take him to the location of the kidnapped woman (a random desert). Problems arise before Deacon even makes it to the scene. Essentially, Sparma tells Baxter that he’s never actually killed anyone and has been lying to him the entire time. From there, in a moment of frustration after Sparma mentions his wife and children, Baxter hits Sparma with a shovel and kills him.

The wild part is, we have no idea whether Sparma is really the villain or not. As we learn earlier in the movie, he’s confessed to a crime that he didn’t commit before. On top of that, during searches of his car and apartment, neither Baxter or Deacon find anything. Shit, Baxter keeps harping on a red barrette that the kidnapped woman was wearing, but they’re never able to find it. In actuality, when Baxter receives a red barrette from Deacon in the mail, we realize that Deacon bought it himself. So, we never get any definitive proof of Sparma’s guilt. The fact is, everything is left in the open, bruh.

With all of that being said, I have conflicting feelings about Sparma’s guilt. On one hand, they couldn’t find any hard evidence to incriminate him. On the other hand, would Deacon goes so far to make Baxter feel better if the real murderer is still out there? In addition, would Deacon just let this case go, especially since it ruined his life? The way I see it, Deacon is playing a dangerous game if Sparma isn’t the guy. All I can say is, I just don’t know, son. I guess I’m about 60/40 in regards to Sparma’s innocence. Not for nothing, he’s simply a strange ass motherfucker, man.

In the end, what did other people think about the movie? Ultimately, it doesn’t reinvent the wheel, but I was entertained, fam. By and by, I don’t think I’d ever be disappointed by a movie with Washington, Leto and Malek. So, at the end of the day, I got my money’s worth, bruh (figuratively speaking). Anyway, off to the next thing, brethren. That is all. LC out.

The Toxicity Of ‘Malcolm & Marie’

Disclaimer: Spoooooooilers! Proceed with all of the caution, brethren.

So, what is there to say, son? Real talk, Malcolm & Marie is some of the most toxic, aggravating and befuddling cinema that I’ve ever seen. The wild thing is, as fucked up as the relationship is between Malcolm Elliott and Marie Jones, I’ve witnessed a number of unions that have suffered from similar issues. All in all, the problems between Malcolm and Marie all come down to respect, or rather, a lack thereof.

Ok, where do I even start, man? Now, the film begins after Malcolm and Marie come home from a movie premiere. Malcolm, a screenwriter/film director, is celebrating the release of his soon-to-be critically-acclaimed project about a 20-year-old (recovering) drug addict and all of her shenanigans. In any case, the first problem arises after Malcolm fails to read the room. I mean, Marie is CLEARLY upset about something and this dude is completely oblivious. Look, I’ve known my wife for 14 years and I can always tell when something’s up. Hell, she even gets annoyed because I’ll keep asking her what’s wrong until she eventually tells me. I just can’t walk around with the obvious tension in the crib, fam.

Anyway, the first fight of the evening is caused by the fact that Malcolm neglected to thank Marie in his post-viewing speech. Now, this is notable for a variety of reasons. First, what kind of dickhead doesn’t thank his lady during such a monumental moment? Second, as we later learn, the main character of his movie is based on Marie. Third, despite Marie being an actress AND the fact that the plot mirrors her life, he never really considered her for the role. Fourth, he may or may not be fucking the lead actress. I mean, damn, bruh. All I can say is, it’s a shit-show and I haven’t even gotten to the crux of their problems, son.

Look, there are a variety of things that Malcolm does wrong in this movie. One of his most common mistakes is the fact that he doesn’t actually listen to what Marie is saying. Instead of empathizing with her feelings, he just immediately gets defensive and says something foul in retaliation. There’s no point in reminding her about how much of an addict she was. There’s no point in bringing up all of the previous women that he’s had sex with. Side bar, why does he gloat about messing with so many “broken” women? In my eyes, that’s a GLARING character flaw, man. On the real, I just think he enjoys having power and control over his significant other.

When it comes down to it, he completely takes Marie for granted. He doesn’t appreciate the perspective that she brings to his life. He’s comfortable with using her as a muse, but doesn’t care to see her as a person. Frankly, I don’t know why she stuck around that long. I would’ve bounced after the first argument, fam. No one talks to me like that, bruh. No one. In any case, her calling his work “mediocre” doesn’t warrant all of the vitriol that she receives. Shit, I don’t know what brand of “love” this is, but Malcolm can’t possibly love Marie and talk to her in that manner. All she wants is some acknowledgment, and instead, receives blatant disrespect. The truth is, I didn’t see any redeeming qualities about Malcolm in this film, son.

In the end, I’m going to wrap up Malcolm’s treatment of Marie in one quote. I mean, he really says to her “if you had a role that allowed you to be yourself, you’d be great.” Given the fact that his movie IS about her and the fact that she wanted the role shows how incredibly clueless he is. Ultimately, he takes her for granted, doesn’t acknowledge her contributions, says deliberately hurtful things and dismisses her emotions. At the end of the day, Marie needs to fucking run, man. I don’t care how successful he might be in the future. This dude is a Grade A Douchebag. That is all. LC out.

I Don’t Know How To Feel About Nick Cannon’s Situation

So, like I always say, I’m going to try and keep this post short today. The fact is, we can all learn something from Nick Cannon‘s situation. All in all, I’m not here to discuss the comments that initially got Cannon put on ice by ViacomCBS. Frankly, I’m not well-versed enough to make an educated statement. Instead, I’m here to talk about ownership, or rather, the consequences that arise from a lack of ownership. All I know is, as successful as Cannon is, he’s beholden to the company that signs his checks. The truth is, I don’t like it, son.

Ok, before I continue, let me keep it a buck. Now, I’m not going to sit here and front like I don’t understand what it means to be at a company’s mercy. Shit, I’ve had a job in Corporate America since I was 17 years old, man. With that being said, I’m fully cognizant of the fact that if we don’t own the company, then the company owns us. No matter how we cut it or slice it, if we can’t dictate our position, then our position can be dictated for us. So, I don’t judge Cannon for having a (very well-paying) job. Hell, he’s been killing it in Hollywood for a long time, fam.

In any case, despite his accolades and accomplishments, despite creating a show as ubiquitous as Nick Cannon Presents: Wild ‘N Out, Cannon was easily discarded. I mean, even the name of the show is not an accurate representation of the situation. Like, he literally created the program, gave it his name and he was STILL fired from hosting it. Not only that, he was banned from contributing to ANY show in the ViacomCBS atmosphere. In my eyes, this entire scenario is an illusion of ownership. From the outside, it looked like Cannon was the boss. However, he was only the public face of his own creation.

Now, I don’t want people to get what I’m saying misconstrued. On the real, I am in no way disparaging Nick Cannon. If anything, for a man, a Black man, who isn’t that much older than me, he’s done exceedingly well for himself. But, it would’ve been so much better if he were able to own the content that he was responsible for. That way, he couldn’t be put down and then picked back up by a corporation that doesn’t care about its talent. Real talk, my dream is for more of our community to own our destiny. Keeping it a buck, these predominantly White institutions love what we can do for their bottom line, but they don’t love us. It just is what it is, bruh.

In the end, I don’t have anything else to say, son. Ultimately, I’m happy that Nick Cannon has been able to return to work. However, I don’t like the fact that he was so easily-sidelined in the first place. By and by, the power is in the ownership, man. At the end of the day, it’s the only real road to freedom and liberation, fam. That is all. LC out.

Marjorie Taylor Greene Is A Special Brand Of Goofy

*Sigh* So, despite the fact that Donald Trump is no longer in office, we’re still feeling the effects of his Goof Troop. I mean, let’s be clear, son: idiots like Marjorie Taylor Greene have been given a platform because of the dystopian world that Trump has championed. The fact of the matter is, Greene should’ve never been let anywhere near our legislative body. Shit, her position is not only an indictment on her, but an indictment on all of the dumbasses who voted for her. Then again, what should I have expected from the people who allowed Trump’s rise in the first place?

Ok, for those who missed it, House Republicans are gearing up to vote on whether Greene, a Georgia representative, should keep her committee assignments. Now, this debate comes after people started discovering the outlandish shit that this woman believes. Like, there are conspiracy theorists and then there’s Marjorie Taylor Greene. For God‘s sake, she doesn’t just co-sign one looney tunes idea, she pushes ALL of them, man. Hell, I don’t even know where to begin, fam.

For starters, she’s a full-blown QAnon disciple. Now, for those who don’t know what that is, it’s a theory that a secret order of Satanists, pedophiles and cannibals were working to remove Trump from power. Essentially, it’s Pizzagate on human growth hormone. Side note, Pizzagate was THOROUGHLY debunked. In addition, Greene believes that Muslims shouldn’t be allowed to serve in government. To further that point, she tried to get Ilhan Omar and Rashida Tlaib to retake their oaths on the Bible instead of the Quran. Furthermore, Greene believes that the mass shootings in Sandy Hook, Parkland and Las Vegas were fake, that Democrats in power should be executed and that the California wildfires were caused by a Rothschild-sponsored space laser. Yes, a space laser, brethren.

Now, here’s my thing: all of this shit would be hilarious if she didn’t hold a public office. Like, motherfuckers actually voted for this nutcase, bruh. Even worse, the GOP STILL won’t really condemn the shit that she’s saying. Instead, they considered stripping Liz Cheney of her power for agreeing with Trump’s impeachment. As fucked up as it is, President Orange still has a hold on that fucking party and I don’t understand it, son. I really, really don’t.

In the end, America is still out here operating like a wasteland. Ultimately, a new president doesn’t alleviate the issues that are affecting this nation. By and by, even in a loss, 75 million Americans voted to continue to the chaos. At the end of the day, I still don’t have a ton of hope for this country’s direction. Then again, did I ever? That is all. LC out.

An In Progress Mental Health Break

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I wasn’t sure if I’d ever write again. I mean, over the last few months, my head has been in a fog, man. Whether it’s the social/political sphere, working from home with three children in the house or figuring out the future of this blog/my music (and if I even want to continue), I’ve been feeling burned out, fam. All in all, my old nemesis depression has been slowly hovering in the air. Not a full-blown episode, but early markers of a pit that I don’t like to be in.

In the end, I don’t really have much else to say here. Ultimately, I just wanted to give an update to the folks who’ve been hitting me up. By and by, a few members of the conglomerate have been asking me where I’ve been for the last few months. The truth is, I haven’t had the motivation to write anything. I don’t really want to talk about what’s going on in the country. I don’t really want to talk about what’s going on in pop culture. Hell, I don’t even really want to leave the house. Knowing what I know, I’m fully aware of the fact that this is how depression starts. So, I’ve just been working out, meditating and making beats (for recreation) as a way to ease the tension. At the end of the day, everyone needs a mental health break, bruh. All I know is, a lot of us aren’t fortunate enough to even take one. Do what’s best for you, brethren. I’ll be back soon. LC out.

Randi B. & LC: My Album, Parenthood, The COVID Vaccine & The Presidential Election

What’s good, brethren? On this episode, Randi B. and I were back on Facebook Live talking about my album (Mastermind by L. Charlemagne), parenthood, the COVID-19 vaccine and the presidential election. It evolved into a conversation that included a variety of other topics. Check it out on YouTube below. Yessir!

My Album Is Out!

My album is out! I repeat, my album is officially out! After months of letting my OCPD run amok, the day has finally come, son. Real talk, I’ve made music for years upon years. But, this is the first time that a project of mine sounds exactly like what I heard in my head. So, what else needs to be said, brethren? Head on over to Spotify, Apple Music, Tidal, Pandora, YouTube or wherever you get your music. I truly appreciate the support and I’ve got some visuals on the way. Let’s go!

https://music.apple.com/us/album/mastermind/1542442916

LaVar Ball Did It

So, let me keep it a buck, son. On the real, if anyone’s ever read this blog, they’d know that I’m not a big fan of LaVar Ball. I mean, from his consistently outlandish statements to those Big Baller Brand sneakers that some supporters still haven’t received, Ball is often on the wrong side of the news cycle. However, I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t give credit where credit is due, man. The fact of the matter is, the fucking guy did it, fam. As of today, all three of his sons are in the NBA.

Ok, for those who missed it, as of yesterday, all of the Ball brothers are officially in the league. So, as we all know, Lonzo is holding it down with the New Orleans Pelicans. In addition, LaMelo was just chosen as the 3rd overall pick by the Charlotte Hornets in this year’s NBA Draft. Now, the middle brother, LiAngelo, just signed a one-year non-guaranteed contract with the Detroit Pistons. All in all, my opinions on LaVar don’t matter right now. This is a fucking feat, bruh. In a three-year span, all of his sons have reached the pinnacle of professional basketball. Real talk, I stand by everything that I’ve previously said, but the three brothers have successfully worked themselves into this position. With all of that being said, salute to them, brethren.

In the end, there’s nothing else to say, son. Ultimately, the Ball family should be ecstatic right now. By and by, getting one family member in the NBA is an accomplishment. Shit, getting two family members in the league is astounding. But, getting three family members in is otherworldly, man. At the end of the day, I’m objective enough to recognize a dope thing when I see it, fam. So, congrats to the Ball conglomerate. For real. That is all. LC out.

Nate Robinson Went Night Night

So, to the best of my ability, I’m going to try and keep this post short today. The fact of the matter is, Nate Robinson went fucking night night, son. I mean, Jake Paul made Robinson do his best Manny Pacquiao impression, man. All in all, even though Paul has only fought once before, it was CLEAR that he was savvier in the ring than Robinson. The way I see it, Robinson needs to go work on his shooting percentage and leave this boxing shit alone, fam.

Ok, for those who missed it, Nate Robinson, a former NBA player, got slept on the undercard of Mike Tyson versus Roy Jones Jr. Now, on a night that also saw Badou Jack return to his winning ways, Robinson took on Jake Paul, a well-known YouTuber, in the penultimate fight. Side bar, Tyson beat Jones. Fuck a draw, bruh. In any case, despite having no previous experience, Robinson thought that he could get one off on Paul. Well, he was wrong as shit, brethren.

The fact of the matter is, Robinson was done before the end of the second round. Oddly enough, Paul only connected on about eight of his power punches. But, he managed to drop Robinson three times. With all of that being said, that last knockdown is why we’re all here. Like, look at that pic above, son. Shit, I KNOW a dude is finito when he doesn’t even brace himself for the fall. All I know is, Robinson kept rushing Paul with his hands down and paid for it every time. For God‘s sake, he got dropped with the same right hand thrice. THRICE, man!

In the end, I hope this teaches everyone a valuable lesson. Ultimately, I’m a firm believer that a lot of folks think they’re better fighters than they actually are. By and by, athleticism doesn’t guarantee fighting ability. At the end of the day, Robinson learned this the hard way, fam. Anyway, everyone can watch some of the highlights here. That is all. LC out.

I Understand Gucci Mane

So, it actually happened, son. Somehow, Swizz Beatz and Timbaland convinced Jeezy and Gucci Mane to appear on Verzuz. Somehow, two (formerly?) mortal enemies occupied the same space for a “celebration of music.” All in all, I’m not really here to review the battle, son. To me, the winner is in the eye of the beholder. I mean, if someone values chart hits, then Jeezy was the winner. If someone values hood classics, then Gucci was the winner. In any case, I’m actually here to discuss the tension in the room. All I can say is, I understand Gucci Mane.

Ok, for those who missed it, the battle between Jeezy and Gucci set all kinds of Instagram records. From what I understand, this was far and away the most watched Live on the platform. Anyway, during the show, it was VERY clear that Gucci had a different type of energy than Jeezy. Shit, while Jeezy was being a reserved and dignified veteran, Gucci wanted ALL of the smoke, man. Because of this, social media was split over Gucci’s behavior. While half of the internet praised Jeezy and ridiculed Gucci for being “childish,” the other half understood where Gucci was coming from.

Real talk, I see both sides, fam. On one hand, I’m all for Black men in America promoting peace and ownership. The way I see it, these ideals are especially important in our current climate. With that being said, I’m not down for any violence amongst ourselves. Now, on the other hand, I definitely empathize with Gucci. Like, what would people do if they had to stand in a room with someone who potentially put their life in danger? Hell, people argue in comment sections all day but expect Gucci to act like Gandhi? Nah, bruh.

Now, for those who aren’t familiar with their history, let me explain. Basically, the beef between Jeezy and Gucci was VERY real in the mid-2000s. So, after squabbling over royalties from their song “Icy,” both artists took a lot of verbal shots at each other. This included Jeezy putting a $10,000 bounty on Gucci’s chain in his song “Stay Strapped.” From there, Pookie Loc, a homie of Jeezy, and three other men setup Gucci at a stripper’s house and tried to rob him. During the altercation, Gucci grabbed Pookie’s gun and killed him in self-defense. Moving on, to make a long story short, Gucci’s beef with Jeezy almost cost him his life.

With all of that being said, I absolutely understand why Gucci would still have hostility towards Jeezy. Keeping it a buck, I’m not even sure that I’d be level-headed enough to do the show. So, I honestly believe that Gucci deserves credit for even participating. On the real, if a dude was involved in a plot against me, then he can eat a couple of verbal insults.

In the end, I’m just glad that there was no violence. Like I said before, those type of shenanigans aren’t needed in this climate. Ultimately, outside of the tension, the show was a moment for Atlanta and a moment for Hip-Hop. By and by, I fucks with both of their discographies, bruh. At the end of the day, let’s applaud them while they’re here. Now, excuse me while I go play Jeezy’s “Do The Damn Thang.” That is all. LC out.