Vin Diesel is furiously determined to secure the legacy of the Fast franchise and he is dutifully documenting the winding road that he hopes will lead to the final three installments of the saga that he dreamed up with director Justin Lin during the filming of 2009’s Fast and Furious – the film that eventually solidified the global prominence of the beloved franchise.
Last Sunday’s Emmy Awards was a special one. Despite the fact that the ratings were less than stellar – more than likely whoever was watching was holding out for the moment when Viola Davis would make history by claiming the Best Actress prize for her impeccable work on ABC’s How to Get Away with Murder. Yes, it was pretty obvious that despite the loveliness and fierceness of Kerry and Taraji – Davis was the anointed one.
It’s safe to say that Lee Daniels will not be offering Sean Penn a guest role on his hit show Empire, not that the actor would even consider such a thing because he is taking Daniels to task for falsely accusing him of domestic abuse.
The Perfect Guy, a film that dominated the box office this past weekend is a black film with an appealing cast and a story that for all intents and purposes would draw a hefty crowd that would comprise of a mostly black audience. Sanaa Lathan, Michael Ealy and Morris Chestnut have enjoyed a relatively successful career but their ability garner replicate that success in mainstream movies hasn’t been an easy feat despite their lengthy and substantial resumes.
Back in 2007, when The Kardashians were still a manageable force and social media seemed like an absolute Godsend – I sporadically indulged in the reality show that has now evolved into a full-fledged empire. It’s the modernized Cinderella story with a twist. A gorgeous socialite sleeps her way to the top, and stays there at the dismay of a handful of us who were taught that being pretty needs to be complimented with being a lady.
Kylie Jenner – As she was…
Idris Elba will be uttering the phrase: “The name is James…James Bond”. And it’s going to happen sooner rather than later. Sure, white males can’t fathom the notion that a black man could possibly be recruited to the elite position of protecting an old white lady who walks around with a crown of jewels on her head.
Sandra Bland haunts me day and night. From the moment her story streamed my timeline, I was captivated and alarmed even though the theme was grotesquely familiar. #BlackLivesMatter became a resounding anthem, a response to the chaos and mayhem that has consistently populated the nation with the senseless killings of young black men like Trayvin Martin, Tamir Rice, Eric Garner and countless others. But I will admit that Sandra Bland’s case hits a little too close to home.
I will try to keep this short and sweet because it won’t be a pleasant experience expressing my utter disbelief at the realization that the man that I used to pretend was my father has turned out to be the big bad wolf.
A big shaggy, frightful predator masked under the disguise of a well-groomed, well-spoken, well-choreographed representative who operated under the name, Bill Cosby. It was just by lucky strokes that I became a disciple of The Cosby Show. Born in the United States but bred in Lagos, Nigeria, my mother worked for the Nigerian Television Authority, and her duty was to secure programming from around the world. She did a magnificent job, I can attest to that. From The Beachcombers to Fawlty Towers, my world expanded and blossomed accordingly.
Yes, I said it. I’m actually going there, and you and your perfectly melded comb can’t stop me. I won’t be deterred by the legion of recruits that surround this domineering mission – which is to shame anyone that chooses to adhere to their preferred devices.