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Coming 2 America

#NoSpoilers COMING 2 AMERICA Review

3.5 (of 5 stars) Synopsis: Un-good, but fun.

Let's be clear from the start... unless Chadwick returned from the green veld to star in this film, there was NO WAY it would be as good as (let alone better than) the first. Coming to America is BLACK EXCELLENCE and holds a special place in our hearts because of what it represented and when. In 1988, you were lucky to find more than one Black person in a film (unless it was a prison scene). So a majority Black cast, starring one of the most famous (and controversial) Black comedians at the time, in a film that boasted a baller-ass African country with intelligence, beauty, compassion, and class... HELL YEAH, it is an indisputable and automatic cinematic classic.

Coming 2 America... not so much. And guess what, it doesn't need to be. That's the beauty of it. Not everything we do needs to be earth-shattering to be of value or be enjoyable. Black media is having a moment. An unprecedented moment at that. In the history of media, never has there been this much content created for, by, and about us in popular culture at the same time. Coming 2 America is un-good, but don't confuse "un-good" with bad. The film isn't bad at all. It's just not the game-changing, earth-shattering, emotional, cultural, intellectual, and social medicine we desperately needed. In 1988 we NEEDED a film like Coming to America, in 2021, not so much.

I get some of the complaints. Some of the jokes are cringe-worthy. The writing felt brutish and clumsy in places. Some of the actors came off flat and uninteresting and there were far too many "cameos". But still, I enjoyed it and Leslie Jones stole the show!!! As a community, we struggle with PTSD of Black portrayal and stories and media. There is still much work to be done. Yes, we are still fighting for access and equality, and opportunities, but we are also making them in ways we couldn't 30 years ago. We must always remember that our ancestors, our parents, hell US, we've all had to endure really ugly realities as a result of white supremacy, racism, and prejudice that at times have literally endeavored to kill us. And through it all, we've always found ways to love on each other. Whether it was that one animated field hand or roasting each other on the playground with "yo mama" jokes, love for us is often expressed through laughter. So, Coming 2 America won't be a revolution, but it will make you laugh, and sometimes that laughter is all the medicine you need at the moment.

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John Singleton Tribute (pt.3) What’s In YOUR Heart: a Portrait of Lucky (Poetic Justice)

This week we lost acclaimed director and filmmaker John Singleton. Known for classic films like Boyz N The Hood, Poetic Justice, Baby Boy, Higher Learning, Rosewood and many more. Reflecting on his dynamic body of work, I realized just how much of my own perspective of the world has been directly influenced and shaped by his stories, his portraits of Black masculinity. Never flat, his Black male characters were always nuanced and complicated. For the next couple days, I’m highlighting a few of those portraits in tribute to this great story-teller.

Full disclosure, I never saw Poetic Justice, well, not before this morning that is. It’s not my favorite Singleton movie. Honestly, I abandoned my endeavor at least twice as the pace of the film was arduous and the story a bit heavy-handed throughout. But I made it through and I’m glad I did. Poetic Justice centers on a young woman name Justice (Janet Jackson) who is reeling from the trauma of witnessing the killing of her first love. When she meets Lucky (Tupac Shakur) she’s cold and bitter, his dirty fingernails and his cocky approach doesn’t help the situation very much. However, forced together on a road trip between L.A. and Oakland something eventually begins to shake loose.

Lucky, like most of Singleton’s characters, is anything but one-dimensional. But what captured my attention is the fact that for much of the film, Lucky attempts a kind of one-dimensionalism. Like many young Black men, he hides behind a mask of virility and deference, feigning indifference and disconnect. He twists his postal uniform cap to the back while delivering mail, sips 40s from a paper bag as he chops it up with a car full of gang bangers, and refers to women as ‘bitches and hos’ with nearly every other word. Yet his character (as his mother acknowledges) has an ‘honest job’. He is a doting and dutiful father, even going as far as to rescue his daughter from her basehead mother. He also has ambition and vision. At one point he lashes out at his quasi-homie Chicago (Joe Torry) for downplaying the efforts of another man trying to do something with his life. It isn’t until deep into the fateful road-trip that the façade Lucky exudes begins to dissipate. As he strolls through an African festival with Justice, she questions his sudden silence and introspection. “I’m just thinking,” he replies, “It’s hard to think in the city”.

Lucky doesn’t really appear until this moment, when he begins to abandon the stereotypical facade. When he begins to be vulnerable. He becomes and example of what happens when we ultimately let our guard down. And we get to experience this trip with him. The further away they get from L.A. you can observe Lucky transform, almost like the changing landscape of the California coastline. And the backdrops perform as elegantly as the actors in the film. Throughout the road-trip, scenes of lush parks, mountains, and the Pacific Ocean crashing against the cliffs, contrast starkly to the arid cityscapes. Early on, the violence implicit in the remnants the L.A. riots, drug-infested projects, and a police presence so constant that they bleed into the background help us understand what Lucky means when he says it’s hard to think in the city. That violence is reiterated when Lucky finally arrives in Oakland to find his cousin and creative partner Khalil has been shot to death.

It is this constant violence or threat of violence which explains why Lucky (and many Black men) performs a kind of hyper-bravado, despite the contradictions of his actual being. The violence is a glaring and tenuous reality and for Black men, and it is more often than not, a hindrance to any kind of respite one might discover by way of being vulnerable. But as revealed in the end, that kind of emotional nakedness is equally essential for survival. The one-dimensional version of Lucky was too rigid, to committed to an idea of himself that he stood in his own way. As he softened, he grew almost exponentially.

When things finally cooled between Lucky and Justice, she returns once more to his dirty hands. She pulls out her kit and begins to give him a manicure. Though the conversation centers on her own traumatic story, at that moment, Lucky’s submission to Justice becomes a rare moment of intimacy. And perhaps a subtle reminder that despite the fact that this world is harsh on us it’s important to remember that self-preservation also includes allowing those who love us to help take care of us.

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My Postmodern Adventure

"Academics get paid for being clever, not for being right." -- Donald Norman

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Tabernacle!

The book of Yeezus is at best a bad joke aimed at further imaging West as narcissistic and by extension unworthy of our attention. At its worst, it's a distraction meant to obscure the sentiment embedded in Yeezy's music.

Check out my commentary in this review of “The Book of Yeezus” written by Ernie Sugg of the #AtlantaJournalConstitution

http://www.ajc.com/news/news/and-kanye-said-let-there-be-light/nkpw6/

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