January is notoriously the dumping ground for Hollywood’s crappiest offerings, but this year they’re on some whole other mess. The best thing about the apparently unwatchably bad Meet The Spartans has been reading the many, many angry reviews. They’re all like, ‘This movie might be the natural conclusion of capitalism’s fundamental, inexorable problems —- and Read More
Crash, the singularly awful film about race and implausibly stupid coincidences that inexplicably went on to win the Oscar in 2005 for Best Picture, is about to become a television show. Resolved: I’mma vote for whichever presidential candidate keeps this booshee from happening.
Cube, sweetheart, we think it’s time. The fact that we even feel comfortable calling you sweetheart confirms that it’s time. We’re gonna need for you to connect with another respected Black auteur —not necessarily Singleton, as his star didn’t quite rise the way we all anticipated in the years following your last successful collaboration. Don’t Read More
I was thinking about Stacia’s post on the “Black Audit” of the Oscars. I’ve tried to make a list to count how nominations for Oscar went to African-Americans (I keep losing count at around forty). Dave Chapelle once joked that incontrovertible proof of the entertainment industry’s back-asswardness on race could be found in the Read More
I remember it well, the year the Academy Awards got too Black for comfort. Some might say it was 2002, the landmark year that Whoopi Goldberg hosted, Denzel finally won his long-deserved Best Actor statuette (for Training Day), Halle Berry became the first black Best Actress for Monster’s Ball, Will Smith was nominated for Ali, Read More
I tried to sit through Tyler Perry’s Diary of a Mad Black Woman last winter with my cousin; I almost bodied myself. Not content to let Steve Harris’s character simply be a dick, Perry made him an unfaithful husband who colluded with drug dealers to amass his fortune before literally tossing his loving, supportive wife Read More
