Archive for January, 2009


 

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While the general rule around here is to avoid namedropping, there are exceptions to every rule.  Friday Night Lights is one of the few shows on network television that I make a point to watch, and it just started its third season a couple weeks ago.  If you have DirectTV, you (could) have caught the entire season, but for the vast majority of us, we’re still catching up on the latest exploits of the folks of Dillon, Texas.

Based on the (also good) movie with Billy Bob Thornton, FNL the TV show also tells the story of a small town in Texas, and how the exploits of the local team penetrate every other aspect of the town.  The critics have loved the show from the beginning, but as I heard Peter Berg says recently, “The network could care less about the critics.  All the care about are the numbers (ratings).”  OK then.  At the end of each season so far, those of us who’ve loved the show have waited anxiously, and for whatever reason, NBC has been kind enough to give us another season. 

Back to my namedropping comment from earlier.  In the interest of full disclosure, the episode I’m reviewing here, “Leave No One Behind,” was written by Aaron Rahsaan Thomas, who happens to be a good friend of mine.  But before you accuse me of favoritism, go ahead and Google this particular episode.  I’m far from the only one who thinks it was the best episode of last season; a few people consider it one of the best TV hours of 2008.  Proof of my point, this episode is nominated for an NAACP Image Award next month, making Aaron a mulitple Image Award nominee, a distinction he now shares with R. Kelly (and something I tease him about whenever I get the chance.)  OK, on to the episode…

There are three major plotlines that develop in this episode.  The major one revolves around the ‘good kid’ in the town, Matt Saracen (played by Zach Gilford).  He’s been handling more responsibility than any teenager should be dealt (caring for his Grandma, starting QB of the school team), but in this episode, it all finally falls apart.  And he snaps.  Hard.  He falls in with the town ‘bad boy’ Tim Riggins (played by Taylor Kitsch), and just goes off his rocker.  Drinking, swearing, just an overall I don’t give a s— attitude.  When Coach Taylor (Kyle Chandler) finally tries to straighten him out, it turns into one of the most emotional scenes of the series so far.  “Why does everyone leave me?  What’s wrong with me?”  I think we’ve all been there at some point.

Two of the subplots:  first, the relationship between Tyra (the hot girl with serious self-esteem issues) and Landry (the uber-geek) takes an interesting turn when a female geek shows up and starts her own relationship with Landry.  It forces Tyra to admit she might actually have feelings for him, leading to a confrontation on a date where Tyra tells Landry she wants to give it a shot (that’s some Towers level cock-blocking right there – inside joke).   Landry initially does the right thing and tells Tyra she had her chance, before deciding to break up with the girl who accepts him for he is so he can chase his dream woman.  Poor child, he’ll learn…

The final subplot follow the team’s star halfback, Smash Williams (the cocky brother of course).  Already suspended for being in a fight on the other side of town (he’s dating a white girl, and this ain’t LA, this is small town Texas), Smash can’t keep his mouth shut and ends up losing his scholarship to his dream school.  The episode ends with Smash encouraging his team to ‘win one for the Gipper’ so to speak, cause this team might be the last team he plays for.  In its own way, it mirrors the other subplot’s theme of ‘you don’t know what you’ve got ’til it’s gone.’

I’m doing the best I can to give you an idea of the show, but really, go to NBC.com, get on Netflix, whatever works for you and check out the show.  It really is one of the best written, best cast shows on television. 

 

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In no particular order…

I overlooked Viola Davis (Doubt) during the Golden Globes, so let me start by saying I’m glad that sister got nominated.  But I’m really, really happy for Taraji P. Henson.  She’s moving up quickly and she more than deserves the attention.

I usually don’t cover documentaries in my predictions, but I checked out this flick called Man On Wire last week and really enjoyed it.  I see it’s up for Best Documentary and suggest it if you haven’t seen it.  It’s the story of this French kid who dreamed of tightrope walking between the Twin Towers, and ended up doing it in the 70s.  It reminded of one of my favorite movie lines (from Vanilla Sky), “What is life if not the pursuit of a dream?”

I don’t even think I’ve even verbalized this to my partner in crime, but one of my ‘super duper’ Hollywood dreams would be to host the Oscars one day.  It’s a thankless job, the biggest stage in town on the biggest night (a perfect marriage with my ambitious side).  And it’s a short list of ‘us’ who’s ever had the chance: Sammy, Richard Pryor (as co-hosts), Chris Rock, and of course Whoopi.  You have to be comfortable in a tux, you have to be acceptable to the mainstream, and you have to keep the show moving.  Who knows, maybe our new president made that dream a little more realistic for me someday.

The Dark Knight got eight nominations, including one for Heath for Best Supporting Actor.  But no Best Picture nomination, no nomination for Christopher Nolan for Best Director.  Eh, moving on…

I’ve got a few more movies to see, but I won’t be reviewing them here on the blog.  For now all I can say is stay tuned…

What a Week…

I didn’t really make any New Year’s resolutions, but I did start the year with a fire lit under me.  Projects big and small, a lot of traveling I’m looking forward to later in the year; so I had a lot on my plate. 

A few weeks in, and I’ve reached one of those ‘calm before the storm’ phases.  The first act of Lady is almost done, the reel piece is as ready as it can be at the moment.  If I run out of things that ‘have to be done’ before I go to bed, I’m deliberately making myself rest (as opposed to figure out what else I can do before I wear myself out). 

I caught the speech yesterday but have nothing else to add about Obama right now that hasn’t been said by somebody else.  I believe the Oscar nominations come out in the morning.  Last year my partner in crime and I did our Oscar predictions via video; we’ve talked about doing something similar this year; we’ll see if our schedules c0-exist.  Speaking of ART, I’m planning on blogging about one of my favorite TV shows this week depending on how free my time ends up being…

Football is probably my single favorite sport, so for me, in my lifetime, to see the Cincinnati Bengals, New England Patriots, St. Louis Rams, Tampa Bay Buccaneers, Seattle Seahawks, San Diego Chargers, Carolina Panthers, Tennessee Titans, Baltimore Ravens, and now, the Arizona Cardinals get to the Super Bowl before my Kansas City Chiefs, well, don’t ever call me a frontrunner.  As a sports fan, I will admit it will probably be a good game though.

Last note for now; through the comments and personal emails and some conversation, I’ve gotten a feel for those of you who come by on a regular basis, and I just wanted to thank you.  For the inner circle people who I know are reading, I’ve been pleasantly surprised on a few occassions by others who let me know they stop by once in a while.  Anyone who’s met me in real life knows I’m definitely not the type where I run my mouth to no end, even if you’ve known me for years.  While I definitely had a little of a ‘plan’ when I started this, giving people an open door into my introspective side wasn’t my primary goal.  But as most of us grown folks know, life is defined by the things that happen while we’re working on our ’plan’.  So there it is.

Notorious

 

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 While I didn’t bring any ‘real world baggage’ in with me when I went to check out The Wrestler, I brought quite a bit in when I went to see Notorious.  I’m a very proud product of the ‘Golden Age of Hip Hop’, and a few of the memories from that time are as fresh in my mind today as they were when they happened…

When 2Pac was killed, I was playing ball with the boys in Robinson Gym.  That had to be my freshmen year, cause I rarely step on a basketball court at this point.  One of the guys came in to the gym and told us 2Pac was dead, and I’ll never forget my response: “Good.”  Back then, 2Pac was Terrell Owens before there was Terrell Owens.  I openly admit that it wasn’t until after his death that I gained my appreciation for the different directions he could go as a rapper (Dear Mama, How Do You Want It?, Who Do You Believe In?). 

I was driving down Quivira on a Saturday night the first time I heard ‘Hypnotize’.  Biggie was two lines in when me and my frat brother turned up the radio, jumped out the car and started party walking in the middle of the street.  (FYI: For those unfamiliar, ‘party walking’ is basically a type of line dancing that black Greeks do.)  Whoever’s been cutting the trailers for the movie should get props, because that song is still one of those great “Get off the wall and get on the floor!” songs of my lifetime.

I was sitting on the futon in my dorm room (I’m fairly certain it was a Sunday morning) when my boy Q (who ironically was the one who was with me when I heard ‘Hypnotize’) called me to tell me Biggie was dead.  I was dumbfounded.  I turned to MTV, and there it was.  The whole image of Death Row was built around ‘THUG LIFE’ so when Pac got killed it was surprising, but there was definitely a ‘the company you keep’ vibe to it.  The ’revenge’ rumors had been out since 2Pac got killed, but when Biggie died, there was still a definite change in how serious all of us took the whole ‘East Coast/West Coast’ thing.

On one of my first trips to L.A., I made a point to go by where Biggie was gunned down.  On one of my first trips to Vegas, I went to the corner where 2Pac got shot.  Not to be a conspiracy theorist, but the first thing that stuck out to me about both places: these aren’t ‘back alley, out in the middle of nowhere parts of town’.  If there is a such a thing in America as a ‘public execution’, both of those brothers got it.  Anyway, enough with the editorial, and on to what I thought of the movie… 

Got to start with the kid they got to play Biggie.  When I first heard about the movie, I was excited but cautious.  I mean, how do you get somebody to play B.I.G.?  But this kid nailed it.  He had the size, he had the charm, he even all but nailed the voice, and was damn near close enough to his flow that you don’t feel you miss out when it’s the actor doing the rhymes instead of Biggie.  As a matter of fact, from a filmmaker point of view, the best part of the film to me was the casting.  The young sisters playing Lil Kim and Faith wore both beautiful and talented, Anthony Mackie held his own as Pac, and even Derek Luke nailed more than enough of Diddy’s mannerisms.  It may not sound like much, but it’s very easy when you’re playing a real person, especially a person who’s still alive, to just fall back onto mimicry, but all the principal actors acted and in all cases acted their tails off.  Do I even need to tell you Angela Bassett was solid as Voletta Wallace?

When I say the casting was the best part of the film, don’t misunderstand.  This was a very well crafted and entertaining movie all around.  I was in a sold out show with a lot of teenagers (i.e., kids who couldn’t have lived through all the key events like I did), and they rolled through the story, enjoying it as much as ‘oldheads’, who had quite a few “Yo I remember when that happened!” moments in the movie.  During the numerous concerts, if I didn’t know any better, I could swear I could smell the weed in the movie theater as if I was really at the concerts…

It’s still way too early in the game of course for me to add this to my 25 Most Important Black Films list, but I’ll tell you this was the most enjoyment I had a black film since probably Dreamgirls.   Much deserved PROPS from me for Notorious.

Cross Over

I’ve always been someone who’s defined himself first through his spirituality.  To some people, this seems obvious, but I bring it up for two reasons.  First, for most of my youth, that was a subconscious choice.  It’s something I’m becoming more aware of now as I settle into my ways, my likes, my life.  The second reason I bring this up, is because for all of us, whatever you believe in, your ‘beliefs’ are not necessarily something you literally wear on your sleeve, unless you’re a priest or a nun.  What you are, who you are and who you choose to be, who you choose to share your life with and why you choose those people are all things that make up the ongoing process we call life.  A friend of mine has a fairly good analogy: the teenage years you spend trying to figure out who you are, the 20s you spend trying to find your place in the world, the 30s are when you try to make the most out of the place you’ve carved out for yourself, and everything after that is when you really try to enjoy the life you’ve built.  I think there’s some leeway in there, but that’s not too far off. 

A couple days ago, some tickets I ordered came through the mail.  Tickets to go see an Italian opera, at the Met in New York City.  A couple days before that I got an invitation to a GQ event being held here in Los Angeles, another night out that I’m looking forward to in the near future.  I joked with my ace that 09 would be the year I officially turn in my ‘Wyandotte Pass,’ but in reality I turned that card in a couple years ago.  Let me explain…

A couple years back, the NBA All Star Game was in Vegas, which at the time was still my favorite playground other than Los Angeles.  If you could make up a dream trip for the ‘Three Musketeers’, an All-Star Weekend in Vegas was pretty high up for us, the way I’m sure it was a blast for everyone who ended up going.  So was I there?  Nope.  While the Slam Dunk contest was going on, I was out with one of my closer female friends.  We went and caught an arthouse movie, had a nice meal, and called it a night.  And even as I was living the moment, I knew how I was in the exact right place doing exactly what my karma wanted me to do.

There’s a scene in the movie I’m writing right now where the teenage version of me calls the adult version of me a sellout for what I’ve become.  Is he right?  Yes, I don’t get on this or any other soapbox to complain about all the world’s problems like I used to.  It doesn’t mean I don’t have an opinion anymore, normally it just means my opinion has already been expressed by someone else in some other outlet.  I still have no problem throwing out my two cents if I don’t feel someone has accurately expressed how I feel.  But I don’t think anyone who interacts with me these days would categorize me as ‘angry’; I heard that alot in my younger days, even though some of you may find that hard to believe.

But the hard to believe part ties into why the real answer to the sellout question is No.  I would argue that I was selling myself out more in my militant days.  Not politically mind you, but personally.  A lot of that you chalk up to being a kid and still having that need to fit in, but I’m not a kid anymore by anyone’s definition.  The root of the sellout question is really the issue of labeling yourself and others.  You’re either this or you’re that; there’s no in between.  But in the real world, everybody is usually in between.  And while there are always people representing one extreme or the other, to borrow a line from John Mayer, “I know the heart of life is good.”

And yeah you read that right, I have John Mayer songs I can listen to as much as I listen to Jay-Z.   Most of my friends are straight, but definitely not all.  GQ is sitting on my coffee table, not Ebony.  I was lovesick over a certain young mainstream starlet for years (she’s happily married now), but that doesn’t mean I’m one of those brothers, who if Beyonce walked in the room, I’d be saying “She ain’t tight!”  (You might laugh, but I know Hollywood brothers like that.  That might be a good blog for another time, Lord knows I have the material.)

To tie it back in to my original statement, being an African-American is very important to me.  But it really is not the most important thing to me; my relationship with God is.  My purpose, what I feel I’m here to do, is still tied very directly into the color of my skin.  But there are a lot of aspects to my life where ’black’ is just the label I start with when I walk into the room.  At this stage of the game, if smiling in pictures and going to Hall and Oates concerts and enjoying certain movies means we have nothing in common?  Well, maybe it means we don’t really have anything in common.  That’s life.

My Golden Globe Pics

 

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Alright gang, the Globes is this weekend, and as you can probably guess, I’ve seen almost every nominated film and performance.  Here are my picks for the film categories:

Best Performance by an Actress in a Comedy or Musical

I could make a case for Meryl Streep in Mamma Mia (the biggest hit) or Emma Thompson in Last Chance Harvey  (solid as always), but I’m going with Frances McDormand in Burn After Reading.  With Clooney, Pitt, and Malkovich all hamming it up, McDormand brought the comedy more through mannerisms and behavior than over the top theatrics.  Well played.

Best Performance by an Actor in a Comedy or Musical

Not even his best work this year in my opinion, but I’m going with James Franco in Pineapple Express.  I’ve said this before, but at a pretty young age he’s shown a) range, b) he takes his craft seriously, and c) no real love affair with being a ‘celebrity.’  My kind of actor.

Best Motion Picture – Musical or Comedy

If this were the People’s Choice Awards I’d easily choose Mamma Mia, but instead I’m taking Burn After Reading.  A tightly written genre piece by the Coen brothers, that’s pedigree enough without the all star cast. 

Best Performance by an Actress in a Supporting Role

At this point, we know Penelope Cruz can be more than a pretty face.  Doubt is a good movie, but I keep hearing it’s better on the stage where it originated.  Call me biased, but I say Kate Winslet for the Reader.  With all due respect to the other four actresses in this category (and I admire and respect all of them, they were great), I feel with some rewriting Kate Winslet could play the characters that they’re nominated for.  But watch the Reader, no one else on this list could play that role but Winslet.

Best Performance by an Actor in a Supporting Role

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I think you and I are destined to do this forever.  (sigh…)

Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama

Jolie, Streep, Winslet…there are some heavyweights in this category.  I’d cast my vote for Anne Hathaway in Rachel Getting Married.  She’s been around so I don’t want to use the word ‘breakthrough’, but she definitely wasn’t playing the glamour girl in this role.  The Globes are more of the ‘feel good’ awards, and the timing would be perfect.  Speaking of feel good…

Best Performance by an Actor in a Motion Picture – Drama

Frank Langella is my dark horse here for Frost/Nixon, and in my opinion, Sean Penn as Harvey Milk was the best performance of the year.  But this is a ‘who I think will win’ column, and all signs point to Mickey Rourke for the Wrestler.  I didn’t bring as much of his past into the theatre with me as most people, but I still thought it was a great performance.  Now I’m hearing he’ll co-star in Iron Man 2.  Got to love Hollywood…

Best Screenplay, Best Director, and Best Motion Picture – Drama

If you want to see a fun, politics free, well crafted movie, Slumdog Millionaire is the way to go.  Written by Simon Beaufoy and directed by Danny Boyle, Slumdog is way, WAY lighter than its competition (Frost/Nixon, Benjamin Button, Reader, Revolutionary Road).  And the way things are in the real world right now, that lightness is the perfect tonic.

 

 

 

 

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