OK, side note: Whatdyasay about a movie called “Robin Comrade” about a Soviet-era guy who goes around robbing from the fat party leaders and giving to the proletariat? He would have a team of guys just like the merry men, instead of “Little John”, he would have “Ivanoshka,” “Friar Tuck” would be “Minister Vlad” and the “Evil Prince John” would be “Evil Premier Leonid.” The returning “King Richard the Lionhearted” would be “Prime Minister Nikolai the Glasnoster.” Hi-jinks ensue.

Is This It?

ok, I went. It was aiight, I had a good time, they had good music, but the audience kind of sucked. I think maybe it was the venue, or maybe it was just the fans, but it wasn’t as fun as it should have been. Adding to the general pall the audience cast over the room, the band kinda just stood in one place and sang the whole time, with little or no commentary from the lead singer, and even when he did speak, you could barely understand him. He is like the Mushmouth of Rock. O-ba-K-bee? The opening act was Jimmy Fallon’s band, the Jimmy Fallon from Saturday Night Live, only we didn’t know it was him at first because we got there late. I just remember noting that the audience seemed to know his songs, and he was doing silly things and singing silly songs, and he looked kinda like Jimmy Fallon. On the basis of this, I concluded that he was in fact Jimmy Fallon, but non of my compatriots believed me. Then the lead singer for the Strokes mumbled something at the end of the show like, “Id libetosaybathanksataJimmyFallongarblegarbleblahblah” and I was shown once again to be completely correct…that’ll show ’em.

So Far So Good…

….still dodging the hangman’s noose. I mean, the repo man…swamped in a bog of papers and thoughts, in logic and life, law school is sucking me down with it…I am broke all the time, tired even more, and generally not a very nice person. At least, not on the outside. I SWEAR I am a good guy, way down deep, unfortunately, I can’t prove it. The only thing keeping me here is the realization that there is a purpose for all this, a goal to be achieved. I know that to be prepared for what the world has in store for me, I have to finish this. And so I will, and I am…but until then, the only thing keeping me sane has been this blasted blog, my family…and my friends, few but true. Love y’all.

One Third

How come about 30% of my entries are apologies for not writing more often? I mean, I am busy, just plain busy. Sorry for having a life (thats just a joke, I don’t really have a life at all). Oh, bah. Fine. I am sorry you feel like I don’t write enough. I am sorry that you feel the way you do. However, I am going to continue living my life as I see fit, and as a result, blogging as I see fit as well. So there.

That said, I wanna cut some people off that director’s list. Elia Kazan, I think, now that I have thought about it, that selling people out thing is kind of bad, so he is dropped. Robert Rodriguez, who is basically a Mexican John Woo. I have only one Orson Welles movie to go on, and though its the greatest ever, hey, its too small a statistical sample. So those three, plus Stanley Kramer, David Lynch, and Kevin Smith all become honorable mentions, and I will throw Otto Preminger in there for Anatomy of a Murder and The Man With The Golden Arm, not to mention Carmen Jones, but the new top 10 is:

1. Kubrick
2. Lumet
3. Scorsese
4. Coppola
5. Lee
6. The Coens
7. Jewison
8. Hitchcock
9. Kurosawa
10. Burton

with honorable mentions to Rodriguez, Woo, Welles, Kramer, Preminger, Lynch, Kazan, and Smith. And Sadia says to check out Takeshi Kitano. She says Brother was solid and she is usually right about such things. Trust. I saw him as an actor in another movie, Taboo, but I never saw any of the films he directed. Check him anyway. OK?

My Personal List of the Top Ten (+6) Directors [in no particular order]

1. Stanley Kubrick
Full Metal Jacket??? Clockwork Orange??? The Shining??? “My droogs…this is my rifle, this is my gun…”…the pacing, the structure, the overall VIBES of his movies are so totally his own…each is determined in a way that is almost preternatural…
2. Sidney Lumet
From 12 Angry Men to Dog Day Afternoon to The Wiz…he succeeded with every type of film…all the while, his films seem to represent the conflict between man and the oppressive and evil world he is caught in…
3. Martin Scorsese
Film student auteur, before Tarentino, there was Scorsese, who knew the ins and outs of every film made up to the point he made his…quintessential “student of the game”
4. Francis Ford Coppola
Followed up the Godfather 1 & 2 (herein to be referenced as “GF” and “Part 2” respectively) with Apocalypse Now…if for Part 2 alone, he belongs here. 3 never happened. You hear me? IT…NEVER…HAPPENED.
5. Spike Lee
Absolutely ROBBED of that 1992 Best Director Oscar…wasn’t even NOMINATED, for what was easily the best picture of the year…frightening thing was, its not even Spike’s best film…Do The Right Thing was such an amazing film, but that was the year Driving Miss Daisy won for best picture…suprising? Um, not exactly. Never fails to touch the toughest, most uncomfortable topics, and never fails to include that one weird dolly shot where the actor’s feet don’t move as he glides along…
6. Kevin Smith
“Try not to suck any dicks on your way to the parking lot!” Need I say more? Ok. “You are the ones who are the ball lickers!” or “He LOVES the cock.” And we will leave it at that.
7. The Coen Brothers
Joel or Ethan, every movie has its own unique connection with the world and its own way of documenting that relationship these brother’s have with our society…darkly comic, moving at their own pace, depending on the message and the messengers…no matter what, they just aren’t similar to anyone else. The Big Lebowski is my favorite, but I love them all…
8. Elia Kazan
my goodness, what a fine director…too bad he sold everyone out in front of HUAC…so he was a rat fink, so what? On The Waterfront is still one of the top movies ever made, and its not all Brando, baby…
9. Norman Jewison
one of my top 5…everything he touched was magical, and deeply effecting. In The Heat of the Night, A Soldier’s Story, The Hurricane. A lot of his films seemed to me to be about the strength of human dignity. But what do I know? I am obvioulsy no film student.
10. Alfred Hitchcock
Nothing I need to say about him. My favorite is Rear Window
11. David Lynch
Not that many people are really feeling his work like I do, I think, it may have something to do with just liking artists who go their own way, I know I am weird, though, because I really really liked Dune, and that just makes ME strange…
12. Robert Rodriguez
A ballet of violence in his movies, and beneath the bullets, lies an emotional connection to the participants. Killing and comedy never worked so well. See El Mariachi.
13. Orson Welles
Citizen Kane. ‘Nuff said.
14. Akira Kurosawa
Seven Samurai, Yojimbo, Throne of Blood…the basis for half a dozen+ great westerns, but the originals are so much tighter, so much more alive, and so much deeper.
15. Stanley Kramer
Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner is definitely a fav, but check out the timing and pacing of High Noon and The Wild One. He lets the actors ACT for chrissakes…
16. Tim Burton
Worked as an animator on Fox & The Hound, but soon made his way to directing…Pee Wee’s Big Adventure, Batman, Edward Scissorhands, Beetlejuice, etc…dark, comic (see Coens, above)…the man just seems to have a gift for working with actors who are a little off…Depp, Herman, Keaton…think he needs to see Mr. Buscemi’s agent, pronto…

I will do the best actors at a later date…again, these aren’t in order, though the first 2 are probably my two favs…

I’m Gonna Live Forever

“You want fame?…Well, fame costs. And the price is sweat.”

God, this movie has brought tears to my eyes…like 4 or 5 times, all the way through…I can’t believe, with a degree in fine arts, years and years and years of artistic training, I have never seen this movie…I have to admit it, AA style…”Hello, my name is Anthony, and I never saw ‘Fame’.” It was the secret I hid away from my artist friends…other people hide drug addictions, me, I hide that. Still, my goodness, I can’t believe I never saw this damn film before tonight…it started at 2:45 AM, its 4:54 AM now, Coco is singing during the big show number the school is doing…Ralph and Montgomery just made up, after Ralph and Dominique (nee Doris) had their fight and Ralph bombed…

From the audition process, which I remember from the various schools for the arts which I attended from 7th grade on, until the end, which just came up, man this movie hit me hard…I have to rethink a lot of things right now…but I think its good this movie had me writing, and thinking about creating, from the opening credits…I gotta get my mind right…I have finals in 2 and a half weeks…

I have to be at work in 5 hours. Jeez…I am cuttin’ it close…

Let me add, though, that when Leroy offered the English teacher his hankerchief…well, first of all, do kids from the hood carry around hankerchiefs? In the late seventies early eighties? Well, despite that, tears welled up…I wasn’t crying, but there was significant welling…

Another aside, is there such a dearth of black movies that Black Starz has to follow up “Fame” with “The Mighty Pawns,” which, in the first 5 minutes or so, seems to be notable only as what must assuredly be the most embarrassing entry on the Alfonso Ribiero filmography…such a step down from Silver Spoons, its not even funny. Alfonso (‘Frank’ here, with a fine small frolet sprouting forth from his young pate) has caught himself in “D Class” which seems to be a nice way of saying Dummy Class, or Detention Class, or something to that effect. I am not going into any more detail as to the plot, or lack thereof, just trust that its about a white savior, and bad “Bigger Thomas” negros, and chess. Let’s leave it at that. I would go in depth about it, but let’s face it, this movie is not worth the energy necessary to type it.

Goodnight. I have more to write, but tomorrow, after all, is another day, if I may bastardize Scarlett O’Hara’s eloquence…ciao.


My compruter is back and in full effect, y’all…right on to tha real, and death to tha fakers…Thank you, Fujitsu…love y’all folks…


Romance Sheer Delight How Sweet

“Perfect love is rare indeed – for to be a lover will require that you continually have the subtlety of the very wise, the flexibility of the child, the sensitivity of the artist, the understanding of the philosopher, the acceptance of the saint, the tolerance of the scholar and the fortitude of the certain.” – Leo Buscaglia

Break Out The Pencils

“Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water…” On top of EVERYTHING ELSE in my life, my damn COMPRUTER is messing up…the battery went dead and the friggin’ AC adapter isn’t AC’ing it like it should…or adapting, or whatever the hell it does….CRIMINEY! I am so frustrated…I want to write and create artwork and chat and all, but without my compruter, how am I supposed to do that? I fear I might have to turn to analog means of creativity *shuddering at the thought*


*smile* “Sometimes you just gotta say, what the fuck.”

What Sweet Caress

Teetering ever so delicately on the line between staying in a school where I detest both the work and the environs and sallying forth into a cold world of gnashing teeth determined to rend me to little bits…this is where I find myself now, on this day, preparing to battle my inner conflict. “No sun will shine in my day today…the high yellow moon won’t come out to play…”

Gee, I don’t really know where I stand…my melancholy is rising up to conquer my hope and joy…all I know is that my creative side is fussing madly, and I don’t know quite how to sate it. I draw, I write, I sing like a holy fool…what more can I do to quench the painful thirst coming from deep within my simple soul? I want to stay in school, I want to become an attorney and fight for people, and defend the things I believe in…yet, when the din of debt and dysfunction becomes too great a burden to bear, I want to run and hide away from everyone and everything – school, work, women, friends – none of them provide any solace, and shelter from the storm.

But face them all I must. Fuck it.

Skull Full of Mush

“Welcome to LAW SCHOOL…when you ENTER law school, your brains are like soup…but when you LEAVE here, your brains will be like a steel trap, with the bloodied foot of LAW inside it…” – From Mr. Show with Bob & David

Yeah Yeah

still up at four am…watching “The Seventh Sign”…sittin on the toilet, typing on this screen…school is such a weight…I swear, I am not sure that this whole law school thing is really for me…My interests are all over the map, and to be honest, I am totally BORED here…its not that its too easy, its just dull…but enough of my whining…

Cancun B

ok, here are my pics, I mean, the ones I took…this is just a taste, I still have to go through the rest and pick out some nice ones…

chillin’ like a supervillian…

the j. w. marriott

the beach was so gorgeous…I only saw it for like 15 minutes, though…lol…

one of my fellow volunteers and I