My Tug-Of-War With ‘Harriet’

Disclaimer: Spoilers, I guess.

So, let me begin this post by saying that I have not seen Kasi LemmonsHarriet movie yet. In fact, the current plan is for my wife and I to see it at some point this weekend. Side note, I know that I’ve previously expressed my exhaustion with slave movies. But, I also said that I still wanted to see this film. In any case, after hearing about the inclusion of the Bigger Long character, I was slightly taken aback, son. All in all, I don’t know what to make of that storyline, man.

Ok, for those who are unaware, the internet is currently divided on what to think about Bigger Long’s presence in the Harriet movie. Now, in regards to the plot, Long is a Black bounty hunter who was hired to catch Harriet Tubman by her slave owner, Gideon Brodess. Moving on, despite being the catalyst for Long’s pursuit, Brodess ultimately kills him before he can harm Tubman. With all of that being said, a number of people, including myself, are thrown off by the fact that a White slave owner ends up saving a Black woman from a Black man.

Now, to be fair, I’m fully aware of the fact that there were Black bounty hunters during slavery. Sadly, there were a couple of reasons why a former slave would take up this profession. First, there were individuals who were looking for a way to provide for themselves and ended up selling out their own people in the process. Second, there were just some evil ass bastards who inexplicably hated their own kind. Either way, it was a fucked up way to live, fam. Moving on, the main issue with the film is the fact that no one can find a record of anyone like Bigger Long in Tubman’s history.

Look, let’s keep it a buck, bruh. Shit, against better judgment, people tend to take biopics at face value, son. Meaning, it’s easy for folks to just blindly believe what’s being presented to them. So, for anyone who isn’t willing to do the research for themselves, they’re going to leave the movie theater thinking that a Black man was trying to kill a Black woman and a White man saved her. I mean, no matter how Lemmons tries to justify it, that’s exactly what that scene means, man. Now, I’m not going to sit here and pretend like that’s the crux of the story. Mainly because I haven’t seen the movie yet. But, why add this dynamic to a story that didn’t require it, fam? Like, it’s not as if Lemmons added some random ass friend to the plot. She added an entire Black villain, kinfolk. Listen, Tubman’s life was wild enough without the added racial ambiguity, brethren.

In the end, I’m not sure if my issue is with Lemmons or Hollywood, in general. Ultimately, Black people always campaign to be represented by major studios. However, when we get the chance, our stories are dramatized in unnecessary ways. Then, to make matters worse, the community is guilt-tripped into supporting because “we might not get another opportunity.” So, we’re forced to deal with inaccuracies in fear of getting nothing at all. At the end of the day, I’m fucking conflicted, son. Like, I want to see the movie, but I don’t want folks, even women like Lemmons, to take needless liberties with our history. *Sigh* I don’t know, man. Frankly, I’m just thinking out loud, fam. Honestly, I’d like to hear other people’s take on this, bruh. Holla at me. That is all. LC out.

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Can We Get A Mansa Musa Movie?

So, I won’t lie, son. On the real, I may alienate some people with this statement, but I’m fucking tired of slave movies, man. Like, how many films about slavery can we possibly make, fam? I swear, every year, there’s another “critically-acclaimed” movie about the horrors our Black ancestors had to endure. Yes, it’s very important to give an accurate depiction of our history. But, slavery isn’t the only history we have, bruh. With that being said, can we please get a Mansa Musa movie?

Ok, for some background, the upcoming Harriet film inspired this post. Now, before I get chewed to bits, I absolutely believe that Harriet Tubman deserves a quality film. The truth is, Harriet isn’t necessarily my problem. In actuality, Harriet is just a symptom of a larger issue. Frankly, I think Hollywood is just obsessed with slave movies, son. I mean, whether we’re talking about Amistad or 12 Years a Slave or The Birth of a Nation or Django Unchained, there always seems to be a new slave film in the works, man. Keep in mind, I love all of the aforementioned movies, fam. But, the Black experience shouldn’t just be relegated to slavery, drugs, sports or fucking music, bruh.

In any case, I’d like Hollywood (well, Black directors) to venture outside of the usual subject matter. The way I see it, there’s no excuse for the lack of a big-budget Mansa Musa movie, son. Shit, we’re literally talking about the wealthiest person in human history, man. How is it possible that the richest man ever, who happens to be Black, isn’t bombarding our theaters, fam? In my eyes, it’s not a coincidence that we’re always depicted as slaves, but not as royalty, bruh. So, take that for what it’s worth, folks.

In the end, I’m putting all of Black Hollywood on notice, son. Ultimately, I’m not telling people not to see movies like Harriet. Hell, my wife and I definitely plan on seeing the film. However, I’m challenging Spike Lee or Ava DuVernay or Steve McQueen or whoever to tackle these types of projects. By and by, I’ve read that Ryan Coogler and Michael B. Jordan have expressed interest in making a Mansa Musa movie. At the end of the day, I just want us to move away from the regular script, pun intended. The truth is, slavery isn’t the only thing that defines Black people. So, let’s talk about it, brethren. That is all. LC out.

‘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.

‘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.

Kevin Hart Is Having A Bad Month

So, let’s just skip the formalities and get straight to the shits, son. On the real, Kevin Hart is having a bad month, man. First, there’s the car crash. Now, regardless of speculation, here’s what’s being reported. Apparently, a dude named Jared Black was driving Hart’s 1970 Plymouth Barracuda and rolled into a ditch. The story is, Hart and Black were injured in the crash, but Rebecca Broxterman, the third passenger and Eniko Hart‘s personal trainer, was not hospitalized. Anyway, that would be enough to sit out the rest of September. However, Montia Sabbag had a different plan in mind, fam.

Ok, for those who are unfamiliar, Sabbag is the woman that Hart was smashing on candid camera two years ago. Now, at first, she blamed Jonathan Todd Jackson for the entire ordeal. For reference, Jackson is an actor and former friend of Hart’s who tried to swindle Hart for money to retrieve the recording. In any case, back then, Sabbag stated that Hart was a victim like her. All I know is, something must’ve changed in her mind, son.

Moving on, Sabbag, with the “help” of Lisa Bloom, has decided to sue Hart for $60 million. Now, according to Sabbag, Hart conspired with Jackson to record her in order to gain publicity for Hart’s Irresponsible Tour. All I can say is, that’s literally the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard in my life, man. Like, is she serious, fam? Does she really believe that Kevin Hart, the most famous comedian in the world, needs a hotel sex tape to promote his tour? Real talk, the level of delusional is unprecedented, bruh.

Listen, let me be clear, son. In my eyes, Sabbag has every right to feel like her privacy was invaded. Frankly, no one deserves to have their intimate moments filmed without their consent. But, the idea that Hart needed extra publicity is nonsensical, man. As I stated before, he’s literally the most famous comedian on the planet. Shit, it doesn’t matter if people find him funny or not. The fact is, Kevin Hart is one of the most recognizable celebrities on Earth. There is literally NOTHING Sabbag could do or say to make him more famous than he already is. If anything, we looked at Hart like a cotdamn idiot for getting caught out there, again. At this point, Bloom needs to tell her client to sit the fuckity-fuck down, fam.

In the end, Montia Sabbag needs to knock it off, bruh. Ultimately, this lawsuit is nothing more than an obvious money-grab, son. By and by, people were going to see Kevin Hart’s tour with or without footage of his hotel sex-capades. At the end of the day, Sabbag’s 15 minutes are over, man. Just let it go, ma’am. Just let it go. That is all. LC out.

I Have Mixed Feelings About This ‘Breaking Bad’ Movie

So, let me begin by saying that Breaking Bad is the greatest show in the history of mankind. Listen, I don’t care what anyone says and I don’t want to hear any alternatives. On the real, there is literally NOTHING a person can say to change my mind about this, son. With that being said, I’m simultaneously excited and frightened about the announcement of a Breaking Bad-inspired movie. Frankly, I don’t want Vince Gilligan to ruin a classic, man.

Ok, for those who missed it, Gilligan, the creator, head writer and main director for AMC‘s Breaking Bad, is bringing his talents to Netflix. So, on October 11th, the Aaron Paul-led El Camino: A Breaking Bad Movie will hit the streaming service. Now, based on what I’ve read, the plot begins in the aftermath of “Felina,” Breaking Bad‘s final episode. As a refresher, Walter White liberated Jesse Pinkman from his White supremacist captors, and then Pinkman escaped in a Chevrolet El Camino (hint hint). In addition, White ended up dying, not from his cancer, but by bullets from his own M60 machine gun.

Moving on, while I don’t know much about this movie’s plot, it apparently follows Pinkman’s journey after securing his freedom. Now, a part of me can’t contain my happiness, fam. I mean, the prospect of more Breaking Bad in my life is almost more than I can handle, bruh. But, what is the show without Walter White? What is the show without the complicated relationship between Heisenberg and Pinkman? Shit, can Pinkman carry the entire film himself? Does Vince Gilligan still have a compelling story to tell? All in all, I have as much fear as elation, son. The truth is, I don’t want the saga to jump the shark, man.

In the end, only time will tell, fam. Ultimately, I’ll have all of my questions answered on October 11th, bruh. By and by, I have my fingers crossed and I’m hoping for the best, son. At the end of the day, I trust Gilligan, man. Real talk, I don’t think he’ll lead us astray, brethren. That is all. LC out.