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Buffista Movies 3: Panned and Scanned
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Heh. I'm trolling through IMDB, and this is one of the blackest resumes I found.
I wouldn't call Singleton or Lee ghetto -- Lee especially has too much bougie in him. But it is about race for him, it seems. For Singleton, it seems less about race, more just stories with black folk in.
I kind of meant the black movie ghetto, not movies about the ghetto. But yeah.
Also, yeah Clark Johnson! I fucking loved SWAT.
Also, yeah Clark Johnson! I fucking loved SWAT.
It was really loud. But it was fun.
Didn't the Hughes brothers make From Hell? British period movies are evidently the only way african-american directors "cross over". One of them did the pilot for the US Touching Evil, also. Good show, but nary a person of color. Except for punchline psychiatrist, who only appeared in the pilot.
I kind of meant the black movie ghetto
I always envisioned a ghetto like that as an involuntary place to be. I think they make black movies because they'd rather/need to. Which is why I misread.
And you are right about From Hell, alienprayer. And they both produced Touching Evil.
I poked around a little more -- Antoine Fuqua has no production credits. Singleton, Lee, the Hughes Brothers -- produced most everything they directed.
twitching uncontrollably at the wrongheaded Magnolia-lovers
Dude, watch it as a COMEDY.
That's what we did. (Okay, a black, depressing, bleak comedy, but still.)
Also? Sure, it has that horrible not-an-actress-overrated-twerp-woman in it, but it also has a RAIN OF FUCKING TOADS.
I repeat, a RAIN OF FUCKING TOADS. TOAD. RAIN.
What's not to love?
Signed, simple and shallow, and likes it that way.
They were frogs, Plei. FROGS.
That was so the best part of the movie. It was almost worth the pathological reaction I had to Julianne Moore for a year or two afterwards, which went something like this:
t Julianne Moore appears on-screen
ME: Oh God, she's going to say Fuck, isn't she? Noooooo!