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Them: In Review

Posted in Movies & Television with tags , , , , , on April 28, 2021 by geniusscribbleink

“To be a Negro in this country and to be relatively conscious is to be in a rage almost all the time. ”-James Baldwin

I recall as a child being brought to the theatre by one of my older cousins, not having an idea of what we were actually going to see. Just the idea of going and being amongst the cooler kids was certainly enough incentive for me at the time. Brought popcorn with the monies my parents gave me. Back then you could probably get a whole bucket of popcorn for $1.00 as opposed to today’s tariff that requires at least an Amex Black Card or dancing on the pole for tips. But I digress, as the big popcorn and the big soda were both on deck; hey life is good right? Wait what movie are we watching? Amityville Horror? Never heard of it. What is that one about? Yes I would soon find out exactly what that movie was about due to the countless nightmares I would endure throughout the week to follow as I would soon realize that this was not Star Wars by any stretch of the imagination. This was a dark side that I could only wish I had training from Obi Wan on how to wheel a lightsaber to fend off the evil that lurked inside my dreams. There is no solace when living in a nightmare both visually and mentally in your waking moments, as well as in your sleep during the the cover of night. After viewing Amazon Prime’s Them, created by Little Marvin and executive produced by Lena Waithe, you get a macbre and in depth perspective of the African American living and breathing nightmare during a time of racial unrest that was accompanied by inhumane acts of degredation and inflicted violence in America. The story follows the plight of a black family named the Emorys and their migration from North Carolina to the city of Los Angeles in the 1950s. What seems like a story of promise and hope that sees the patriarch Henry Emory gain a job opportunity that can change the future of his family’s well being, you begin to realize that the old cliche of: “every new level has a new devil” is indeed true as some dreams can turn into nightmares and greener pastures can also be filled with hidden landmines that will try to impede every step you take. Them becomes a literal Pandora’s Box when the lid is lifted off and you discover what lingers in the dark corners of people’s hearts and minds. This is no cliche horror movie where you await a hockey mask and a machete to hack up innocent victims. No this horror movie is based on the horrors of truth, as it confronts and tackles the dark history that is America and the demonic actions initiated by people who saw African Americans as less than human beings. Them “goes there” and by there I mean to a place where American History Books has rarely gone as it delivers a raw nightmare that is better than any fictious serial killings by Jason Vorhees. It exposes the horror story truth about a time that once existed and to a degree still exists in this country to this very day. I posted a inquiry on my social media page asking whether someone had viewed this series. A person of African American descent stated that they saw the trailer but it seemed like a normal horror movie; to which I replied that oh its a horror movie, but its a horror movie due to the fact that its one we face or have faced on a daily basis for quite some time. I do recommend watching this series. Some scenes are tough to stomach and the story tends to drift on tangents. Its not hard to follow along but at times you find yourself getting deflated during segments only to be drawn back in at the conclusion of an episode. I’d give it 3.5 out of 5 stars as its innovative and informative as well as sticking to its themed horror movie genre. Check out Them on Amazon Prime.

The Joker In Review

Posted in Movies & Television, Trending with tags , , on October 15, 2019 by geniusscribbleink


They say “he who laughs last, laughs best”; which is loosely interpreted as stating that the final winner will have more glory than someone who had won previously. I guess the end result of what was the culmination of everything that proceeded it, all but defines the tale of victories and defeats suffered at the hands of what is sometimes consider the simple swift transitions of life. Often times the plight to ascension is never fully documented, as we live in an instant gratification society under the belief that you just microwave it and in five minutes your task is completed. Such a shallow take on life is this way of thinking, as the respect for the work that goes into crafting out anything meaningful or impactful often gets lost in translation.  We all are a result of our choices and the philosophies we adopt or subscribe to overall. Our only hope is that there is some sort of moral compass or barometer to prevent hostile flare-ups from occurring.  However, we are learning more and more throughout the years that we are certainly on the cusp of a precipitous downward spiral regarding humanity and the treatment of our fellow man/woman. To borrow a proclamation from Oliver Queen right before he places his suspect in the cross-hairs of his bow: “You (we) have failed this city!” as the collapse of this world seems imminent, as time is counting down like that of a ticking bomb. We are certainly at an extinction level event in the making. Perhaps this was what was behind the clinically diagnosed menacing laughter of Arthur Fleck. Perhaps Arthur’s menacing smirk while being counseled was more canary in the cat’s mouth, knowing that society had become so disturbing to the point that even an anarchist such as himself could be viewed as a superhero one day. I mean he was introduced on live television as a “Joker”, only to shock the world and obtain followers much like we do when we overly indulge on being entertained by reality television. We love being voyeurs to tragic train wrecks as we engulf ourselves in wanting to witness the downfall of people as a whole. Our appetite for self-destruction is beyond shameless, as callous behavior is now rewarded. Arthur Fleck surmised “People expect you to behave as if you don’t” when speaking about having a mental illness. How befitting as people now are entertained when watching people with tragic history live out their lives on television as if it’s a written script when it’s obvious that there is something wrong with their psyche. There was so much to dissect about ourselves when watching the great performance given by Joaquin Phoenix as Arthur Fleck. Although rooted in comic book lure, the movie offered much more than just a menacing cowl and a face painting accident gone awry. This movie depicted the festering and eventual pandemic virus of evil that plagues our world and continues to aid in our moral collapse. Arthur Fleck literally dances to his own tune, because the world forced him into trying to find peaceful music inside that of a broken mind.  Critics proclaimed the movie was way too dark and decided to abandon the movie early.  It is almost poetic justice in a sense as that was the basis of the movie, people going on with their normal lives and their personal well-being, while ignoring the fact that there are people suffering gravely in the dark corners of everyday life and need help.  It took extreme measures and a wardrobe change in order for Arthur to get his time on stage. All of his asking for help and his trying to fit in as if things were normal, only to be treated as societal burden, all but made him into a laughing stock and a joke. Smokey Robinson sang: “but don’t let my glad expression give you the wrong impression. Really I’m sad, oh I’m sadder than sad…”. Crazy enough Arthur was aspiring to bring joy to others but meanwhile he was depleted and miserable, yet he still put on a happy face. It wasn’t until Arthur started to make himself laugh that he laughed best, but by that time the joke was on everyone else. In an ode to Nicholson I am sure Arthur stated: “Wait until they get a load of me”. Now that is the true killing joke. Why wait until the joker is wild, when we have the means to reshuffle the deck and help others to try and beat the odds as well?  Joaquin Phoenix will receive an Oscar nod for his performance without question as the movie in many ways speaks heroically about people who are down and out and somehow in spite of being beaten, forgotten, demoralized and ultimately cast out of society become resilient. Somehow Arthur Fleck manages to become the Phoenix rising out the ashes to never be cast aside again. A tragic story of self-empowerment but more so a testament to surviving by any means just to stay alive. The Joker is no joke, other than the joke is on us. I recommend you go see it. #now I realize it’s a comedy

Was Logan Just A Microcosm?

Posted in Movies & Television with tags , , , , , on March 16, 2017 by geniusscribbleink


“Wolverine is a world-weary old warrior. His rage issue notwithstanding, I see him as someone with the tortured soul of a poet, but one who has seen too many friends and lovers die. Even with that, he has grown into a leader and a true hero”-Jonathan Maberry


“Back in my days” or “When I was growing up” are repetitive loop reels that we often hear cascading down from the mountainous range fondly known as elderly wisdom. I try to blend in with the modern-day climate that is our social realm, but I too must admit that I even grow weary at times trying to find the proper balance that can afford me to have both my knowledge base, as well as, the ability to absorb the nuances of today’s generation. My old school heart ticks with a greater sense of consciousness, as it recalls that unbridled and stubborn youth who thought that the world was in his hands for the taking, only to realize that it often sifts between your fingers like fine granules of sand. Yes time waits for no one, but this ingenious philosophy comes at the expense of vital knowledge learned by those who have wasted time precariously throughout life. So what happens in turn is that we feel a certain obligation to relay this so-called wisdom upon those who are inexperienced before they have to endure certain hardships, tribulations and trials. Depending on the delivery of these said messages, we have been considered preachy, grouchy, inflexible, and of course the universal terms being utilized more and more today is that we are “hating”. The idea of criticism or critiquing has been branded as a form of malice and character assassination. Of course the “old heads” as we are often distinguished as, find this to be an “oversensitive” or “soft” take on what we deem as basic criticism that we had to endure throughout most of our lives. We were taught at an earlier age that we just can’t get our way and that the term “no” would be as constant as the air we would breathe. This makes for a perfect storm; a generation hell bent on not being denied as opposed to a generation that was often denied. A polarity brilliantly captured in the movie Logan; and here is how.


This will not contain any spoilers but more of a plot scenario to link to my blog subject. In the movie we find an old warrior (Wolverine) hardened by life. He has seen a lot (death, loss of comfort, no friends to trust) working on a job he hates and making the best out of what life has handed to him. The moral of the story is he had tough breaks and his current priorities (taking care of ailing elder) won’t allow him to be reckless as he was in the past. Add to the fact that the scars of ages are now prevalent in his physical appearance. So when a younger person enters into the picture all spry with energy and tapered in reckless abandonment; it becomes utterly annoying and impossible for Wolverine to relate. In fact it reminds him of the younger him. The younger him that he now wishes could have done things perhaps differently. The younger him who he wished had listened and appreciated what he had before the casting shadow of finality began to hover over his life. Ultimately when the intolerant youth is matched with a savvy veteran, eventually by nature it will turn into a teacher-student dynamic by default. But the most important tool in this dynamic is to find commonality. Often times when speaking from experience it is difficult to relay that information to an inexperienced mind. We saw Logan struggle with giving a damn as well as we saw the resistance of a youth seeking guidance but not understanding how to ask for it. As we tunnel into the future we find a seasoned generation often in adverse conversations with what has defined as millennials. I don’t know if this presents a newfangled scenario, as we have always had a Will Smith theory of parents not understanding or our music versus your music banter.  But what is a solution for finding commonality? As an elder is it our responsibility to relate to their generation or is it their job to respect the process of longevity and attrition?  In Logan we saw commonality emerge in the form of one person caring and the other person realizing the importance of having someone take an interest in their well-being. In my experience I have come to realize that there is a learning process on both ends as it pertains to the teacher and the student. You have to learn to become adaptable; yet steady. Truthful and forthcoming; yet measured. But ultimately you have to become a great listener to know when your music should be played and when it is time to give a listen to their music without judgment. This is the balance we all should try to seek in not only communicating from elder to youth, but perhaps even peer to peer. Logan after a long shouting tantrum with a youth discovered that screaming in a car at one another was getting them nowhere; it wasn’t until giving in that he learned that sometimes the young know where their headed even when we doubt the chances of them being correct. I learned this with my nephew and it’s a lesson I value more and more as he grows older. We can all stand to learn from one another. Logan indeed taught us that. Maybe, just maybe we can all become greater leaders and turn into heroes for someone instead of just being old weary warriors with poetically tortured souls. Charles Xavier stated: “This is what life looks like: people love each other. You should take a moment”. Wise words from Professor X. #logan

And Then There Was Moses (Harriet Tubman)

Posted in Movies & Television with tags , , , on May 12, 2015 by geniusscribbleink


Araminta Ross, better known to American historians as Harriet Tubman, will finally (Thank You Steven Spielberg) be brought to screen as an HBO biopic, by way of one of the most accomplished actresses to date, Viola Davis. Anyone who knows me, knows that I have for years wondered why this fascinating woman has not been at the forefront of discussion as it relates to her emphatic impact on American history. The woman who went by the alias “Moses” has been pigeonholed as being just the leader of the Underground Railroad movement, however her accomplishments far exceeded that of just a conductor on a freedom train filled with individuals who were seeking liberation. Harriet was a humanitarian, spy and nurse; whose life achievements garnered her a military like burial upon her death. Abolitionist John Brown referred to Harriet as General Tubman, due to her skills as a tactician while aiding him in his militant rebellious raids against slave owners circa 1858. I am personally ecstatic when learning of the news that a powerful woman, will be played by a powerful actress, giving me strong conviction to believe that something beautifully organic will transpire for the world to witness during its inception. I am unapologetic in my campaign for women solidifying their place in history and who better to start with than Harriet Tubman. A true heroine and leader of both men and women. Moses has finally arrived. #warrior woman

Comics and Video Games-My Second Childhood

Posted in Movies & Television, Technology, Gaming, Etc., Trending with tags , , , , , on May 8, 2015 by geniusscribbleink


The mortgage payment is due, baby needs new shoes and everyone’s money is acting funny. This is pretty much the etched out screenplay depicting the everyday manifest of a common disease called “adulthood”. Whoever said that youth is wasted on the young was correct, as disposable income has becomes a foreign dialect during the maturing and aging process that is life. It is often a challenge to obtain and ascertain the “extras” or the proverbial “entertainment” purchases once Rodeo Bill circles the wagons around your direct deposit and leaves town before sunset. I guess perhaps this is why I have subscribed to the art of couponing and bargain hunting in order to feed the fiendish crave for my video gaming addiction that may require therapy by the time it is all said and done. Yes, nostalgia always trumps inertia, as I will admit that I have the attention span of a five year old at times when boredom arrives in the form of down trodden people whose conversation surround death, taxes and voyeurism into the lives of fake celebrities that are famous for doing absolutely nothing. Spare time, is a rare time, but it is how you use every minute of your day that is vital to your existence. Adulthood is dealt in spades and served with a shot of whoop ass with no chaser. So for me it is important to live out my days with maturity, while corralling the spirit that is the forgotten child that I often assign to the corner when adults are talking. But is this not where misery truly forms? Is it not here where we forget cognizant reasoning and simplicity? I often say that if you want the truth you ask a child, they only lie about homework and they ultimately live by the one creed of selfishness that tends to evade us as we age. Simply put, they want only what satisfies their “now”, while saluting the future with the longest finger on their hands. To be young, ruthless and unapologetic; the glory days. To be full of life and vigor, while sulking in the sweet nectar of a Slurpee while flipping baseball cards and using an unbridled imagination that dreams are made from. How many miss those years? I most certainly do. The wonder years of yesteryears that seem such a long time ago in a faraway galaxy. Hmmm, wait a minute, I thought I just saw a trailer for a movie this weekend saying that. A time when the Bill Bixby/Lou Ferrigno dazzled as the Incredible Hulk. Wait a minute, didn’t I just see that character in the movie that I saw the trailer about the galaxy faraway? Am I confused or engaging in hyperbole? Ok you got me, hyperbole it is and damn excitement as well. In case you missed the title, I am in my second childhood and I am loving every single minute of it without question. I am on Fantasy Island without Mr. Rourke and the little man calling for an aerial vehicle while pointing towards the mystical clouds. To believe that comic books are alive and dare I say motioning on live film and video games are so realistic that they are like watching a movie, is the dream of anyone born circa 1973 and prior. This is the fountain of youth for us “old heads”, knowing that our heroes, Skywalker, Superman, Batman, Hulk, Wonder Woman, Iron Man et al be all, are going to be a living and breathing part of our current entity, puts goosebumps in places we have probably forgotten existed over the past several years. I won’t even get into my video games like Shadows of Mordor that bring to life a mystic world once dreamt about on a Dungeons and Dragons board game. My second childhood is upon me, as well as upon anyone daring to be a child at the ripe age of whatever your current ripeness is. I don’t know about you, but I will stay submerged in this youthful playground as long as I possibly can before the street lights come on and it is time to return home and get prepared for the working life of a new day. Why should the youth have all the fun? Maybe this is our time to revel in happiness while indulging in Pop Rocks and Now and Later candy. #the young & the restless

Movie In Review: Dallas Buyers Club

Posted in Movies & Television with tags , , , on April 6, 2014 by geniusscribbleink


Anytime the subject of H.I.V (Human Immunodeficiency Virus) or A.I.D.S (Auto Immune Deficiency Syndrome) is brought to the forefront as a topic of conversation, I would immediately think of the time when Earving “Magic” Johnson revealed to the world that he himself had contracted the virus. The impact of this announcement was both riveting and heartbreaking for me on a personal note, as he was hands down my favorite basketball player of all time. Much like many uninformed Americans at the time, we all were awaiting with bated breath, the anticipated physical demise of what many considered to be an extremely virile man with a million dollar smile. Of course that day never came, as the man simply known as “Magic”, beat the odds and has survived some twenty plus years since being diagnosed. This victory by Magic was both astonishing and admirable, as it served as a beacon of hope to those who were dealing with this dreadful disease during a time where information and technology were somewhat behind in the race towards discovering a countermeasure or serum. It bodes the question of: “What happened to the others who were not so lucky?”. How did those who were face to face with death, with very little hope of survival, cope with their eventual mortality knocking at their door? Well these questions and many other inquiries were answered in what I now consider to be another memorable moment the era of H.I.V./A.I.D.S, that was just as impactful as Magic’s announcement. That impact came by way of watching Dallas Buyer’s Club for the first time. Before I regurgitate any recycled knowledge regarding the storyline, let me get this out the way first. Matthew McConaughey; brilliant. Jared Leto; exceptionally brilliant. What ever statuesque awards that both of these men received along the way was probably not enough, as it is hard to find a flaw in either one of their epic performances. The way they transformed their bodies alone was worthy of an award in itself. This movie not only became a platform that highlighted the quintessential epitome of the performing arts, but it also gave a new voice to a dreadful disease, all while illuminating the flaws of the United States regulatory standards as it relates to both drugs and healthcare. To spend more verbiage trying to lament the intricacies of this masterful work of art would be doing it a complete disservice; so in my most simplistic plea I will say: “Rent it immediately”. There are no disappointments, only residual empathy and admiration for the triumphant plight of one Ron Woodroof. A man who should be acknowledged as one of the new faces of victory in the war on A.I.D.S. Enjoy. #awareness

Movie In Review: The Wolf of Wall Street

Posted in Movies & Television with tags , , , on April 5, 2014 by geniusscribbleink


“Wow!” would be the most elicit and appropriate phrase to start with when trying to describe the unstable lightening bolt in a bottle that is The Wolf of Wall Street. This is by no means a review excoriating the film’s brilliance nor to ridicule the actor’s/actress’s performances. In fact the “unstable lightening bolt” terminology is the most befitting descriptive I could come up with as it pertains to what you will come away feeling after watching what should be considered one of the most exuberant biopic portrayals to date. At the seemingly savant like directive guidance of Martin Scorsese, The Wolf of Wall Street burrows us deep inside the dark realms of greed, lust, power, sex, drugs and unapologetic profanity. And who better to take on the lead role amidst such brash controversy other than Leonardo DiCaprio. There is no viable reason why Leonardo DiCaprio should not be considered one of the best actors in Hollywood. His depiction of convicted former stockbroker (now entrepreneur/motivational speaker) Jordan Belfort, all but solidifies his status amongst the top echelon in the industry. I have yet to recall an actor who utilized physicality as an acting device (see: country club scene) the way that Leonardo DiCaprio did in this film. I am not sure of the accuracy of Leonardo’s performance as it relates to that of Jordan Belfort’s actual life, but Leonardo turned a wolf into a rock star. Not to be overshadowed is the incredible performance given by Jonah Hill as the character Donnie Azoff. Jonah Hill, who is mostly noted as being a comedic actor, is slowly cutting his teeth as a brilliant character actor (see Moneyball 2011) as well. The onscreen cohesion between both he and Leonardo, all but seal the deal on this wondrously provocative film. The Wolf of Wall Street is available at your local Redbox kiosk. I highly recommend that you go rent it today.

A Race Towards The Oscars

Posted in Movies & Television with tags , on March 8, 2014 by geniusscribbleink


“We didn’t land on Plymouth Rock” but “King Kong ain’t got sh** on me”. Those two lines when integrated, makes for great hyperbole when defining the dichotomy of two extremely different characters played by one phenomenal actor; Denzel Washington. Many proclaim that both roles were defining moments in his brilliant and illustrious career, as he would go on to receive Oscar nominations for his memorable performances in both Malcolm X and Training Day. Denzel would of course go on to win the Best Lead Actor Award for playing the part of the menacing narcotics detective, Alonzo Harris, in the film Training Day, leaving behind a trail of movie quotes that will forever dangle inside the hallowed halls of infamy. Denzel’s crowning achievement would not come without its share of blemishes, as many in the African-American community questioned the mindset of the Academy in choosing to award him for playing a menacing villain, yet seemingly snubbed him for his epic portrayal of a martyr in the film Malcolm X. I did have the pleasure of watching both movies and by far Malcolm X was a film for the ages and Denzel did clearly out-perform Al Pacino’s Oscar-winning performance in the movie The Scent Of A Woman, although I did enjoy that movie as well. So the question we must ask ourselves is whether or not African-Americans are receiving awards based on stereotypical depiction or is it based on the merit of an incredible performance? As we begin to revisit the list of Academy Award Winners that are non African-American, we will find that a recent strand of those winners have played less than favorable roles from an image perspective. Kevin Spacey won Best Actor for his role in American Beauty by playing a perverse father who was sexually obsessed with his teenage daughter’s best friend. Sean Penn won an Oscar playing an ex-con in the movie Mystic River. Nicholas Cage won his Oscar portraying a down and out alcoholic, who was hell-bent on drinking himself to death in the movie Leaving Las Vegas. With regards to female Oscar winners, we saw Hillary Swank win for her role as a lesbian masquerading as a trans-man in the movie Boys Don’t Cry. Both Charlize Theron (Monster) and Kathy Bates (Misery), won their respective Oscars for playing menacing, psychopathic women. Now are these roles conducive to the racial perception as it relates to the Caucasian community? Are all Caucasian men perverts, cons and alcoholics? Are all Caucasian women psychopathic, lesbians who break their favorite author’s ankles with a provocative sledge-hammer? The answer is of course not, but that is the basis of my point. Are African-American actors/actresses subject to a character typecast template that Caucasian actors/actresses are not subjected to or is this premise of type-casting more of a product derived from the lack of available movie roles for African-American actors/actresses to pool from? The longstanding belief is that we as African-Americans, only find ourselves being nominated for playing roles of degradation as opposed to playing roles of professional prominence. If we were to recount the Oscar winners for Best a Lead Actor as it stands from an African-American characterization point and occupation, it would reads as follows: Sidney Portier (Lilies Of The Field-handyman, Denzel Washington (Training Day)-narcotics detective, Jamie Foxx (Ray)-Musician Ray Charles and Forrest Whitaker (The Last King of Scotland)-dictator Idi Amin. In addition to that list of winners and roles that garnered them their prestigious awards, it would only be apropos that we revisit those who won for Best Supporting Actor as well. It reads as follows: Louis Gosset Jr. (A Soldier’s Story)-military Sargent, Denzel Washington (Glory)-soldier, Cuba Gooding Jr. (Jerry McGuire)-football player and Morgan Freeman (Million Dollar Baby)-boxing trainer . As it pertains to female African-Americans in lead roles, the Academy Award list is extremely shallow with only Halle Berry winning for her portrayal of a struggling, single mother in Monsters Ball. The winners for Best Supporting Actress reads as follows: Hattie McDaniels (Gone With The Wind)-servant, Whoopi Goldberg (Ghost)-psychic median, Jennifer Hudson (Dreamgirls)-singer, Mo’Nique (Precious)-abusive mother, Octavia Spencer (The Help)-maid and Lupita Nyong’o (12 Years A Slave)-slave. Outside of the African-American actresses having a gripe as it relates to obtaining more prominent roles, the supposed character assassination via typecast is less malicious and less pronounced as one would initially think. But what is great acting if it doesn’t conjure up certain emotions that make us pause and reflect on certain aspects of life, especially when the movie is insulated inside a certain time in history regarding its plot? We cannot rewrite a time of societal unrest and deplorable acts of degradation with the mindset of believing that because it’s translated into some form of entertainment or art that it’s pigeonholes us into a certain cookie cutter mould. If anything, it broadens the awareness for those who wish to become more knowledgeable about a group of people or a subject matter, thus opening up dialogue such as this so that we can delve deeper into the matter at hand. Those who have hatred or ignorance in their DNA are somewhat un-reachable to begin with, therefore there will always be those who will feel a certain way no matter what light is placed upon a dark situation. If anything should arise from this debate of typecast is the fact that the African-American community should encourage the Spike Lees and Tyler Perrys of the world to develop better scripts and movies showing us in other facets of life such as love, vulnerability, education, professionalism and mystery. We saw this great quality of work in the movie The Best Man’s Holiday, so why can we not get more movies like that versus Madea Goes To Band Camp? Great stories can lead to great movies, so as much as the Academy Awards committee has had a few questionable moments, the fact still remains that those who are empowered like the fore mentioned directors, could help by putting a better product out as well. I salute the accomplished actors and actresses for reaching the pinnacle of being nominated no matter what the role is. If there is anything that truly needs revamping it is our presence on reality television. We have un-accomplished and untrained buffoons receiving notoriety for being unimportant, while those who are trained in the arts are vilified for accepting a role that supposedly “typecast” us. This is where the true problem lies, people being famous for doing nothing while the accomplished receive ridicule. “The sh**s chess not checkers”. “You’ve been took, you’ve been hoodwinked, bamboozled, led astray, ran amuck”. #and the award goes to

Movie In Review: Fruitvale Station

Posted in Movies & Television with tags , on February 9, 2014 by geniusscribbleink


It is hard to separate the empathetic emotions that a person of African-American decent will have for this film, therefore I will not attempt to thwart the transparent heart-strings that I will attach to this film review. Albeit we have had a recent slew of African-American films such as The Butler and 12 Years A Slave; somehow Fruitvale Station resonates with me more than those other films. Now I love the value of histrionics as it relates to heritage, cultural preservation and ancestral lineage; however it is often the less glamorous story in its most simplistic form that generates an even greater impact more, so than that of an epic tale. Empathy has always been a great presenter, even when faced with an audience filled with apathy. It generates a certain reverence that is hard to ignore, especially when one can conclude that: “This could have happened to me”. Fruitvale Station has won several awards at both The Sundance Film Festival (Grand Jury Prize and Audience Award for U.S. Dramatic Film) and The Cannes Film Festival (Best First Film). Upon first glance, I truly did not get enthralled in what appeared to be a plot headed to places unknown. I knew very little about this film, other than hearing that it was highly acclaimed and that there was an Oscar buzz surrounding the film. Little did I know that the true “Oscar” as it pertains to this film, is the true story of Oscar Grant III, portrayed brilliantly by actor Michael B. Jordan. The film recounts the last day in the life of Oscar Grant III. A day that will forever change the landscape of the Fruitvale Train Station and the community of Oakland California. This movie will capture your heart, as well as, your conscious mind. I absolutely recommend that rent this film immediately.

In Review: Movie: Ride Along

Posted in Movies & Television with tags , , , , , , on January 18, 2014 by geniusscribbleink


Prior to the start of any feature film, you will always get several green screen trailers for movies scheduled for release in the future. In fact, it was many moons ago that I went to a movie and received a questionnaire regarding a potential movie in the making. The question that was posed was “Would you be interested in watching a movie co-starring Chris Tucker and Jackie Chan”? I checked yes, because after watching Chris Tucker in the movie Friday and also growing up a fan of Kung Fu movies, I was very familiar with the unbounded, charismatic antics of Jackie Chan. To my surprise in the future, a little movie debuted called Rush Hour and of course the rest is history. So in reliving my nostalgic, nerd moment, I return to several months ago. I was awaiting the start of a movie and low and behold, the trailer for Ride Along, starring Ice Cube and Kevin Hart, came on the screen. Now Kevin Hart is perhaps one of the funniest people in America. If you never saw”The Real Husbands of Hollywood” or “Act Like A Woman..Think Like A Man”, please do yourself a huge favor and watch both. I promise you that if laughter was meant to come in small packages, then Kevin Hart owns the UPS Dropbox company. He is a brilliant comedian who has taken self-defecating humor to an impeccable level. Of course we all know the accoutrements of Ice Cube; whether it’s as a member of NWA or through his movie series Friday or Barbershop. The actor with the stoic, yet humor-filled “gangster face” has been able to transition himself as an accomplished movie producer and actor for quite some time now, building up a pretty impressive resume. So knew would conclude that placing Ice Cube and Kevin Hart in the same movie, would go together like an ice tea and lemonade blend, right? Hmmm, not exactly. I am not sure where the drop off occurred. Kevin Hart played the quintessential rent-a-cop (Ben) who had ambitions of becoming a real life police officer. Ice Cube played the role of James, the no-nonsense, gritty detective who just so happens to be the overprotective big brother of Kevin Hart’s character’s live in girlfriend Angela; played by Tika Sumpter of Tyler Perry’s “The Have and The Have Nots”. The storyline was tailor-made for the accident waiting to happen scenario, however this movie wasted all of its funny material on its commercial trailer. There are gaps in between the laughter, porous chemistry between the stars, leaving only one memorable moment for me in a beginning car chase scene. You would think between the supporting cast of John Leguizamo and Laurence Fishburne, along with up and coming comedian Jay Pharoah, that this would be a can’t miss movie. Well unfortunately you can miss the theatre and wait for it on Redbox. Ride Along takes you on a ride to nowhere extremely funny. Save your money.