Category: I Love L.A.


LOS ANGELES, CA – JANUARY 21: Actor Jordan Peele attends the 24th Annual Screen Actors Guild Awards at The Shrine Auditorium on January 21, 2018 in Los Angeles, California. 27522_011 (Photo by Emma McIntyre/Getty Images for Turner Image)

RIP Nipsey Hussle. The kid is not of my generation but I knew who he was. I still feel very upset by his murder, like many of you. So nothing silly to start the week.

Don’t know if you want to go in on the new ‘Twilight Zone’ yet? CBS All Access did us a solid and put the first episode online.

Enjoy.

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You know the rules by now; no spoilers but maybe some constructive criticism…

Horror is probably my least favorite genre but ‘Jordan Peele’ is a genre I love (like a lot of people, check those opening weekend receipts). I liked ‘Get Out’ more for a variety of reasons, but I didn’t hate this.

The legacy is deep, but at least for black actors, the Yale Drama School is definitely having a moment. Lupita, Winston Duke, Yahya Abdul-Mateen II has a minor but important role to play. There have been a thousand and one paths people have taken to become ‘movie stars’; it feels like it wasn’t that long ago the complaint was out there black British actors were taking all of ‘our parts’ because they were ‘better trained’. Hopefully we can put that foolish myth behind us.

Personally, I was all in for the first half hour, and as the story twisted and expanded, I didn’t lose interest, but my ‘suspension of disbelief’ started to get pushed. I can’t expand too much there without spoiling it, but I started asking questions (and somewhat ironically getting answers) before the credits rolled. Sometimes the best suspense is letting the audience not know why things happen.

Trying to think of more to expand upon without spoiling but I really can’t, so let’s cut it there. Great cast, enjoyable film, absolutely ridiculous this is the first time Lupita has been the clear number one on the call sheet.

Hall and Oates, late 1970s Shown from left: Daryl Hall, John Oates

The weekend is upon us.

Vacation was good, but I’m happy to be back on my Mission. Still, have a little bit of a light mood about me.

And can you get any more light than Hall & Oates? I think not.

Enjoy. Movie review coming Sunday.

It’s not an exaggeration to say I idolized Michael Jackson as kids. There’s no movie star, athlete or musician even close to his level now. So I’ll start there and add, my head hurt watching this, and I’ve seen/heard enough of the stories calling the centerpiece of this documentary an opportunist and a liar. I can’t prove anymore than you what did or didn’t happen so I’ll take the Oprah route and try to talk about this ‘one step removed’…

The artistry is one thing obviously, but for us reclusive, creative types, the way Michael carried himself was in some ways equally as appealing (for a while). Depending on where your biases lie, you have fun with some of the rumors you hear about yourself. Is he gay? No? Well, is he interested in black women? (I’ve had my own dances with these ‘false but no harm really done’ misdirections.)

But if you have people asking ‘Is he a pedophile?’ See… that’s WAY too far over the rumor line. That should never be something the people who like you/love you/want to believe you should have to wrestle with.

Next…

I’ve had over the course of my life, more than a handful of women confide in me their own stories of sexual assault.

(Taking a moment to let that number and that statement sink in.)

Every story is unique but there are some definite patterns. The power play taking complete precedence over the actual need for pleasure. Someone very familiar as the perpetrator (although the ‘complete stranger in a dark alley’ scenario does happen, but by percentage maybe not nearly as much as we (men) think). And because the perpetrator is familiar and more powerful, the no win situation: people don’t believe you and your self-value is crushed, or people believe you and multiple relationships are permanently altered in a negative way (and the guilt that comes with that.)

Washington and Me Too and Corporate America. I think most of us who are self aware have a better vocabulary for this now. Again, I don’t know what happened either way, just speaking to patterns I recognize.

Now the music. We’re talking the Jackson 5, the Jacksons, all of the solo stuff. I think Michael is just way too big and too iconic to ‘cancel’. If I had to make an educated guess, I’d say we’re looking at a Roman Polanski/Woody Allen situation: this is some of the best art of a generation but now there’s a moment where we wince or at least have to think about things we didn’t want to think about it before when we experience it.

So no one wins.

‘Finding Neverland’ is hard to watch but worth the conversation we’re having…

The next building block we’ve been working on is putting some of my more serious clips together in a highlight reel. So here it is.

Major credit here to my brother Jesus for putting this (and the other clip reels together.) Any TV or film actor worth a damn will tell you the editor can make or break a performance. My guy has been doing that for me the past year.

Feels like all the old work is organized now. On to the future…

Meanwhile, enjoy!

A day of a Beatles playlist, and rehashing old stories with the homies that made me laugh myself to tears three different times, and now I’m out of tears.

In a ‘We Are the Champions’ mood.

So let me go backward one more time for this one. Very smart producing choice to get the people in the crowd warmed up to open the show. And maybe this year was the anomaly with so many good movies people liked but…

(Not sure if the Oscars really need a host now…)

Anyway, enjoy!

So I think this dropped right before the Oscars…

But, very tragically, one of the trailers that played before the movie I saw yesterday was ‘Sam Rockwell is the leader of the local Ku Klux Klan…but he has a heart of gold!’…

So to say this is an evergreen joke is all too real…

Brilliant.

Enjoy.

I’m out of creative retirement, and the Shuffle hit me with the theme song to the last script I wrote.

Beautiful song by the Beatles.

Devastating cover by Mister Benson. Just a huge smile on my face whenever I hear this.

Enjoy!

My karma (and my people) came back to me and several ways this morning.

Another day in the W column.

Let’s dance, or maybe more specifically…

Enjoy!

Somber day this way and the Shuffle hit me with one of my Pac anthems.

These lyrics were an anthem for me a bit.

Enjoy.