Sidebar: Drake is the spitting image of his father.
I like(d) Drake. Like I don’t give a flying fuck about him being mainstream or pop or him having a ghost writer. Who really gives a fuck? He had his lil bops back when I was in high school and I thought, “I see you, nigga. Ole dude from Degrassi can make a cute record.”
Nothing Was The Same dropped and I had it on repeat my whole freshman year of college. I thought
If You’re Reading This It’s Too Late dropped and I was definitely a fan. Drake became more than just another light skinned nigga singing. I still bump this junt when I’m in an especially good mood.
Then that whole thing with Meek Mill happened. Then he started working out and calling himself the “champagne papi” and just looking like prosperity in general. It appeared he couldn’t be stopped. He had the juice.
I bought into the hype for Views. I did. I just knew Aubrey was about to drop some fire and long story short, he didn’t…
Now we got More Life and while I admire what he was trying to do, it seems like it’s a no for a lot of people. I gotta say he’s left a lot to be desired without delivering on it and I’m a little sad about it. Why, Drake? How could you do this to me?
The only song that is downloaded to my phone is the one with Quavo. It’s catchy and I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s just something about Quavo that makes me like him. He’s my favorite Migo for sure.
I’m gonna try to hang in there as a Drake fan until the next go-round but he got one more time to pull some shit like this last one and he gone lose one.
2016 was the year of the Awkward Black Girl. Hands Down.
Issa Rae is everything. Just Google her. I remember the ABG days as if they were yesterday and I’m extremely happy for everything she’s accomplished since then. Her HBO debut, Insecure, landed her a Golden Globe nomination and even though she didn’t get it, you better believe, 2016 was just Issa getting her feet wet.
If you follow her Instagram, she just announced that she’s back for blood with season 2 of Insecure is back on July 23.
JULY 23, people. Mark your calendar.
My new obsession is this show on Netflix called Chewing Gum and it is FUN-NY!! Like open-mouth cackling. It’s written by and starring the beautiful Michaela Coel from the UK. Excellent casting. Excellent story. The show is black excellence and I can’t wait for season/series 2.
I also like to give YouTube a browse every (other) day. There’s some interesting stuff happening on the the interwebs. Another web series, Ackee and Saltfish, is dope as hell. Just two best friends chopping it up about (not-so) serious shit on the streets of London.
Spoiler Alert: I’m bout to spoil the shit out of this movie.
Just a few days ago, Get Out crossed the million dollar box office threshold and I thought, impressive, butI knew I had to see it even before the rave reviews and ratings came in. I first saw the trailer late last year and thought it looked interesting, and the name Jordan Peele was enough to make me want to spend the coin at the the theater in the first place.
Sidebar: I’ve been a fan of their Comedy Central show since season one, but Peele was always the more relatable of the duo for me, personally. Not to say that Key isn’t funny, which is certainly not the case, but they just have two very different styles of comedy.
Though that Keanu movie was a joint venture between the two, I could tell from the trailer that it was more so Key’s voice that dominated the film and I, respectfully, opted not to see it.
But down to brass tacks…
Jordan Peele’s comedy is sarcastic, witty, and well-timed. It’s not overt or overbearing, it’s subtle, which is fitting for this film, in particular. Half the fun of this movie was deciphering the easter eggs of symbolism placed throughout the movie.
“Stay Woke,” are the first words to open the film. It’s not only a succinct summation of the thesis of this movie, but also an excellent choice in music selection.
See: Childish Gambino’s latest project, Awaken, My Love.
It’s also worth mentioning that Jordan Peele is no stranger to the art of cinema. This movie was impressive to me because of the Peele’s directorial choices. From the way certain things are framed, to the composition of certain scenes, the set design. The first thing we notice about the lead character, Chris (David Kaluuya), are his eyes. Almost every time we see Chris, we’re close on his face, of which his eyes are always the focal point.
Though this movie is genred a thriller, it’s also damn funny. Peele’s distinct voice as the film’s writer shines through at several moments throughout the film – most memorably the phone conversations between Chris and Rod (Lil’ Rel Howrey), his best friend.
That scene where Chris meets all of Rose’s family and he spots the only other black guy at the party, Andre.
As is required, Chris walks over to greet him.
But when Andre turns around, he looks hella weird – yet, still, vaguely familiar to Chris. He says his name is Logan King and he’s married to a one of Rose’s aunts.
But the line when his wife walks up, and Logan says…
…and Chris cuts his eyes and looks at him like,
Crine emoji. Crine emoji. Crine emoji.
Jordan Peele, you clever bastard.
After consulting with Rod on the phone, they eventually identify him as Andre Holman, someone they used to know but who had now been missing for six months after last being seen in a quiet suburb sometime after the street lights had come on.
Now if all that didn’t excite the cinephile in you, the ending is what really sent this movie over the moon. This was starting to look like it was going to a really Django-burns-down-Candyland, revenge narrative type of place until that moment where Chris is about to choke the shit out of his, I assume, ex-girlfriend. Then we get this…
What was that smirk about?
It was almost as if, even in her final moments, she was acknowledging that Chris was somehow playing into her hands. Even if he had decided to kill her, would it solve anything?
Idk, whatever it was, he decided against it. But not before we see those ominous blue and red lights.
I feel like in this moment, every black person’s heart broke. We all knew what that looked like. Adding insult to injury, Rose went full white woman and had the gaul to start calling for help.
It looked like the jig was up for Chris and that his psycho ex really had won. But then the door swings open and it’s Rod Williams, T.S. muthafuckin’ A.
Bravo, Mr. Peele.
I may need a second or third viewing to fully grasp the symbolism of “the sunken place.”
“No matter how hard we scream, the system silences us,”
…until we Get Out.
I can only speculate for now, but for once, the black guy in the horror movie lived and so did I. I heard some white folks were mad about it, but if they didn’t walk out, I hope they find all the pieces of their broken faces before the attendant sweeps the isles.
It’s definitely a yes for me. Get Out was a phenomenal movie.
The World’s Best Dad sat down with Complex to discuss some real shit earlier this week and as a Day 1 Chance the Rapper fan, I clung to every word with bated breath.
For about 25 minutes Chance and @N_C_B waxed philosophic on the joys of fatherhood, his personal qualms with the music industry, and what’s next. Personally, I enjoy listening to my favs talk. In fact, to be one of my favs, one must strike me as, at least, somewhat intelligent.
It’s one thing to be a successful entertainer but are you a successful human being? Can you form a coherent thought and articulate it? These are the questions that matter to me.
Not only am I a fan of his music, but also Chance just seems like a dope dude. He’s smart, funny, good looking, and woke AF. If you’ve had your ear to the streets, you know he recently donated one million dollars to Chicago Public Schools and a couple months back raised like $60K for a campaign to give winter coats to Chicago’s homeless.
Man of the people. Check. Activist. Check. Philanthropist. Check.
Not to mention, this man keeps excellent company.
In the ever expanding shit show that is America, I sleep at night knowing that this dude is truly a force for good. Call me a stan, I don’t care. Chance is for the people and there’s nothing you can do about it.
As the world plunges deeper into the abyss, I keep waiting on god to show him/herself and press the reset button on this shit. If ever there was a time for Jesus to take the wheel, it would be now.
I don’t see this lasting for four more years. I really don’t. America has sunk to some deep depths in the past, but my god, this is just too much. I can’t help but wake up and think “How did we get here?”
Highlights of the week include Sam Jackson putting these suckers, namely Ben Carson, in check in the most Sam Jackson fashion. I saw the video that prompted this response and in the final analysis, Sam was spot on. Ben Carson has only ever existed in the periphery of my attention. I haven’t taken him seriously since he decided he was going to run for President. Fuck that nigga. What a dummy.
Immigrants, my nigga?
On slave ships, my nigga?
But the idiocy paid off in my amusement and at this point in time, you better take your laughs where you can get them.