Saturday, December 26, 2009
About V. Ro...On second thought...
maybe she wouldn't be a bad addition to RHoA after all.
Really?? Really?? Now just because they made it didn't mean you should...<*sighs...>
Nene said she got camera cojones, but, uh... maybe she ain't the only one.
SPECspesh: Dec. 4th--late but not forgotten
I just came across this extensive interview conducted by Amy Goodman and Juan Gonzalez of Democracy Now! in NYC.
View the entire show, dedicated to the memory of Black Panthers Fred Hampton and Mark Clark. The two were assassinated December 4, 1969 at 4:45a by the Chicago Police and FBI in what has become one of many State-led medieval-style Inquisitions against domestic heresy, critical action and theory. And all of the above made the BPP a site of State... discomfort to say the least.
In Case You Missed It...See 'Black Candle' and a Nice Gig for You
Friday, December 25, 2009
Centric has been kicking it with 'Salt-N-Pepa' reruns, and...
(Like last night's trip to Atlantic City for Spin's gig? Good stuff.)
NENE SAID...(*guilty grin)
FEATURE PRESENTATION: Reading Pictures & Sounds in 2010
The picture of Robeson is at a 1948 rally protesting the Mundt-Nixon bill. And it was this kind of performance—not Go Down Moses— that got Robeson blacklisted and called all manner of ‘Commie’ foolishness fo’sho, fo’t’real. TDR’s deal is to examine performance in its “social, economic and political contexts.”
And to echo Jay-Z: so necessary.
So let me put things in a smidge of perspective this Christmas day: North American box offices hit a new high in 2009, banking a record $10bn [in Pharrell-ian currency]. And the first thing that comes to my mind is escape. The economy sucks, to keep it modest. Somehow, I anticipate ‘TARP’ entering our lexicon the way ‘Google’ has as a verb, noun, and adjective. And honestly, there’s a lot of grit building up between the superpowers of the world. Grit we will soon and surely feel. (not just in Kabul or Tehran or Islamabad or Pyongyang or…)
Entertain yourself to death!
But like Badu says on her “Master Teacher” track: you better ‘stay woke.’
Now is certainly the time—perhaps more than ever before—for us to master how we receive our entertainment. How do we read pictures? How do we read sounds?
Yes. I’m insinuating that apocalyptic things are happening.
I don’t mind saying it because they’ve happened before. But they happened at a time when we were much less connected, and much more impressed by the immediacy and emotional affectation of the moving images we saw.
As of 2009 (and well before), your friendly living room ‘idiot box’ and neighborhood cinema are not, as independent filmmaker Haile Gerima would say, benign sources of entertainment. Instead they are very much part and parcel to the propaganda of our times. And we would only be wise to read the message above the message; the commentary that lies within each and every 30-min. to an hour slice of television, the commentary that lies within each and every military spot run during shows geared toward ‘urban’ demographics during war time, and in every feature length and short presentation in a Magic Johnson Theater near you.
TV & movies is one heck of a drug [sic]. Available to the masses in bulk by only a few big time dealers. (NKOTB: NBCU-Comcast!)
Without the presence of critical storytellers who look like ‘we’—AND DON’T—and have experienced ‘we’ kind of stories from ‘we’ kind of perspectives—OR ARE AT LEAST CRITICAL ENOUGH TO KNOW THE DIFFERENCE—there remains what David J. Leonard (Screens Fade to Black, 2006) calls “the rise of neo-liberalism and the hegemony of colorblind rhetoric,” which he believes has “infiltrated” people of color and independent storytelling to the point of “rendering analysis of the state and white supremacy as obsolete.”
Precious has become such a sensitive hit, in part, because of the critical acclamation it’s being ceded, and I’d daresay, because it presents a shadow of return to state accountability in the Black film—a notion H’W’D would love to say makes it a, somehow, less “universal” story. Yet, every storyteller in the game could take a cue from Lee Daniels and Sapphire and the whole cast and crew when it comes to chanting down Babylon to its face. Precious isn’t your typical 2000s Black film—where we neatly pull ourselves up by some invisible boot straps, cite kujichagulia, and toast in some ritzy downtown club where we get to be frou-frou, chic-chic Black. Because it is oh-so-trendy now, in case you hadn’t noticed. Instead, Precious gets a little uncomfortable in all the right places. What about a living wage? What about welfare today? What about the complicity of the State in creating the abuses we tend to think we’re above inflicting within communities of color since we got, like, BET and TVOne and Centric (ooh, and now a Black President)?
In the absence of storytellers who will say a manageable bit about hyper-surveillance (like in Boyz n the Hood) or provide a troubling view of gender roles and expectations (like Sweet Sweetback’s…) what is your entertainment NOT saying? Why? In the absence of such storytellers, what farce of an American Dream are you being sold in our sociopolitical climate? Who funds what you watch? Who doesn’t care what you don’t watch? What’s the message in the sum total of what you do watch?
You don’t need to answer.
Just treat this like your 0-101.
You’re welcome. A beautiful world, I'm tryna find.
Merry Christmas! ;-)
IT'S HERE!!!!!!! MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It means fresh and new. Green. No. It’s not spring. But there’s a reason to get excited.
Families will trek through airports, stuff themselves in Amtraks and Greyhounds the nation over trying to soothe those things only home can. Be it with some auntie’s sweet potato pie. Some mama’s macaroni & cheese. Some grandmother’s knowing. That’s the grits.
And whether life is kicking you in the pants right now or it isn’t yet, all this aesthetic overload is here to drown out your pity partying in the name of seasonal sales and holiday cheer. Nearly 16% Black and Brown unemployment or not (20-plus in Detroit), capitalisticexploitationofChristianbeliefs or not.
That’s the grit.
And that’s the reason I love the irony of ‘cinema’ (to sound o’fishull [sic] and random).
At its purest, it’s about the story. And at the heart of every story is conflict. No matter how great or small. At its simplest, it’s about beauty. Aesthetics. Beautiful pictures. Beautiful actors. Beautiful effects. Beautiful sounds. Beautiful struggles.
Cinema should come naturally to people of color.
Even so, we who have learned to eat stories and grow generations, self-medicate with them in song, verse, riddle, rhyme and prayer—we’re often hard-pressed to find that gift honored and reverenced in or by mainstream on any size screen. I don’t profess bytwenty8 to be that place. But I hope I’ll get you at least as provincially ravenous for people of color film/tv and so-called third cinema as I am.
Welcome to bytwenty8!
Hope you like yo’ gif’!!!!
Thursday, December 24, 2009
ALMOST HERE!!!! in less than 12 hours...
Senator Vitale to The Situation: Straighten Up and Fly the [flip] Right
ONLY 2 DAYS LEFT!! bananas...
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Prez got jokes...Obama's Holiday Prank
He quasi-prank-called outgoing Virginia Gov. Tim Kaine on WTOP as "Barry from DC".
Now you tell me what "Barry" he's posing as. DMV knows well. Dig it.
Obama really is that guy. you know what i mean?
3 days and counting!!
because i do miss 'Girlfriends'...
...and in honor of the unfinished project dubbed the "Black 'Sex and the City'" (based on Helena Andrews' memoir, Bitch is the New Black, to be produced by Grey's EP Shonda Rhimes), I present 'Drool', co-starring Jill Marie Jones (Toni!!!!!!!):
Popularity doesn't matter for documentaries this Oscar season
I am a little biased here. But I really feel--bias aside--that 'tis the season (in particular, cuz it's always been the season...) to discuss redistribution of wealth.
Like, go-hard.
I've seen one really solid documentary critique of capitalism proper before (The Corporation, 2004), but perhaps Mike's visibility and the heavy rotation of our current 'financial crisis' will make "Capitalism: A Love Story" (Michael Moore) cut a little deeper.
Cuz if Bernie Sanders (I-VT) can almost discuss redistribution of wealth on 'Colbert', maybe we can talk about Huey P's theory of Intercommunalism. [go read To Die For the People].
Monday, December 21, 2009
AT&T would now like your index fingers, too...
Why does it matter enough for me to take the time to post something about Turner (the people who bring you CNN, TBS, TNT, Adult Swim, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera) selling a "Netblock" to AT&T?
Because it is pretty significant evidence of the Internet's monstrously effective equalizing ability. You--the user of the Internet and bearer of invisible money--have, in part, forced many a big business to change their gotcha!-strategies to make you spend said invisible money.
Turner used to gamble your eyeballs on TV advertisement slots, but YOU watch what you feel like watching when you feel like watching it on your computer a lot more often now. And that's become a big enough problem that AT&T and Turner (one of the largest [monopolizers][j/k! ...wink.] in the media game) think it's worth it to gamble your eyeballs on...drumroll...
YOUR COMPUTER!!!
The one to watch will be TY from B-More. Duh.
So...
Confession.
Uh. I haven't watched Real World since, like, um...idk...7th grade?
BUT, it's coming home! Gotta watch. And the extra perk will be the urrrea cat (or at least, just a few stones away) Ty[rell] from Bawdimor. D.C.'s just racking up in reality points, ain't we?
(image from BaltimoreSun.com)
They SO heard me and the bestie talking in public...
Pretty chic-chic pricewise, but they let you do dinner while you watch the movie.
jealousy=envy (sort of)
4 days and counting!!
Sunday, December 20, 2009
5 days and counting!!
Free issue while Cameron and 'Avatar' stack coins...
Saldana will not perform the function of FOX News' 10-ft. CGI [imperial] dream girl, however, she will be the kick-butte belle, Aisha, of Andy Diggle's 1980s comic gone big-screen.