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Hard Times for Soul Survivors.

Bernie Mac, Isaac Hayes and Sam Jackson from the movie, Soul Men

Bernie Mac, Isaac Hayes and Sam Jackson from the movie, "Soul Men"

Many Americans will note the death of comedian Bernie Mac and singer Isaac Hayes and say, “Hey, the guy who did the voice of Chef on South Park died the day after one of the Black guys from Ocean’s Eleven passed away.”

The thing is unless you’ve seen Bernie Mac in The Original Kings of Comedy film or heard Isaac Hayes on albums like Hot Buttered Soul, Black Moses and of course, the Shaft soundtrack, you don’t really know how  much more there was to these two immensely talented brothers.

Bernie Mac paid his dues in Chicago comedy clubs long before he graduated to a steady, if not spectacular, work as an actor in films such as Charlie Angels: Full Throttle,  Mr. 3000, Guess Who, Get On the Bus, and most famously as the character of Frank Catton holding his own with George Clooney, Brad Pitt and Matt Damon in Ocean’s Eleven and two sequels.

It was strange to think that anyone as vibrant and full of life as Bernie Mac could be dead at the age of 50.   A day later, Isaac Hayes, the soul-singer stud who took his “Black Moses” persona and parlayed it into Grammy and Oscar-winning success with the irresistible theme from Shaft passed away and a bad weekend became a terrible one.

What really sent the deaths of Mac and Hayes into the realm of the bizarre was the fact that they were both appearing in the same movie, Soul Men, with Mac starring with Samuel L.  Jackson, as two feuding singers who put their difference aside to do a final concert at the Apollo Theater.  The movie is scheduled to be released in November.

The movie’s story is fictional, but obviously echoes the strained relationship between the soul duo Sam (Moore) and Dave (Prater)   whose biggest hits include, “Hold On, I’m Coming,”  “When Something Is Wrong With My Baby,” and of course, “Soul Man.”   All of these classics were written by the Stax Records songwriting duo of Isaac Hayes and Dave Porter.

Personal disagreements and drug problems led to Moore declaring to Prater that they could work together professionally,  but they did not speak to each other off-stage for 12 years.   That next sound  you hear is art imitating life in Soul Men.

Unlike Hayes, Mac’s movie career seemed stuck in neutral.  He was always working steadily, but with the exception of anemic comedies Guess Who and Mr. 3000, Mac seemed relegated to supporting roles in the Ocean’s Eleven movies, Head of State, and other junk such as Charlie Angels: Full Throttle, Booty Call, and B.A.P.S.

Who can say if Soul Men would have been the breakthrough dramatic turn for Mac that would have elevated him out the rut of supporting player roles he had fallen into?  Obviously with the untimely deaths of  both Mac and Hayes, there will be a certain morbid interest that will heighten interest in the film as the loss of Heath Ledger had an incalculable effect on the success of The Dark Knight.

Bernie and Sam get on the good foot.

Bernie and Sam get on the good foot.

However, Soul Men is a comedy and will audiences really want to laugh at a dead actor?   Dimension Films may want to avoid unfortunate comparisons between Ledger and Mac by moving the movie out of November and perhaps into 2009.

Audiences are a bit more sophisticated in how they handle the death of a celebrity.  If Mac turns out to give a brilliant performance in the movie (he and Jackson do their own singing and dancing in the movie) it might be disrespectful not to show a previously unrevealed side of Bernie Mac to his fans.

This November may possibly bring to the nation’s is first African-American president.  Bernie Mac was a supporter of Barack Obama (though Obama rebuked Mac for some salty humor at a fundraising event).   It would do a disservice to both Bernie Mac and Isaac Hayes if we were denied a last chance to see them celebrating the music they both loved.

Some of us are still reeling in shock with the loss of two immensely talented men in the span of a weekend.  Hopefully, Dimension Films won’t delay or deny their fans a final chance to see them in their glory.

 
 

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White Trash and Black Thugs With Money (and Bill O’Reilly too).

Mr. Keith would like his chicken-fried steak now...

Mr. Keith would like his chicken-fried steak now...

I knew sooner or later I was going to have to say something about rap on The Domino Theory, but country music???

Country singer Toby Keith had already come in for a “say what?” moment with the pro-lynching sentiments implied in his new song, “Beer for my Horses” with its pro-lynching sentiments:

Well a man come on the 6 o’clock news
said somebody’s been shot
somebody’s been abused
somebody blew up a building
somebody stole a car
somebody got away
somebody didn’t get to far yeah
they didn’t get too far

Grandpappy told my pappy back in my day, son
A man had to answer for the wicked that he’d done
Take all the rope in Texas
Find a tall oak tree, round up all of them bad boys
Hang them high in the street
For all the people to see

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Apparently, advocacy of vigilante “justice” isn’t enough for the self-described “white trash with money” singer is now weighing in with his opinion that Barack Obama is successful largely because he “talks, acts and carries himself as a Caucasian.”

On Glenn Beck’s radio show, country star Toby Keith said, “Even though the the black society would pull for him, I still think that they think in the back of their mind that the only reason that he is in is because he talks, acts and carries himself as a Caucasian.”

You can hear the remarks from Beck’s radio program HERE.

Keith’s remarks follow hot on the heels of rapper Ludacris and his song “Politics” where he takes shots at both Hillary Clinton and John McCain,

Said I handled my biz and I’m one of his favorite rappers
Well give Luda a special pardon if I’m ever in the slammer
Better yet put me in office, make me your vice president
Hillary hated on you, so that bitch is irrelevant

Jesse talking slick and apologizing for what?
If you said it then you meant it how you want it have a gut!
And all you other politicians trying to hate on my man,
watch us win a majority vote in every state on my man

You can’t stop what’s bout to happen, we bout to make history
The first black president is destined and it’s meant to be
The threats ain’t fazing us, the nooses or the jokes
So get off your ass, black people, it’s time to get out and vote!

Paint the White House black and I’m sure that’s got ‘em terrified
McCain don’t belong in any chair unless he’s paralyzed
Yeah I said it cause Bush is mentally handicapped
Ball up all of his speeches and I throw ‘em like candy wrap
’cause what you talking I hear nothing even relevant
and you the worst of all 43 presidents

Get out and vote or the end will be near
The world is ready for change because Obama is here!
’cause Obama is here

The world is ready for change because Obama is here! link

The Obama campaign has issued the now-standard condemnation of Ludacris and the lyrics.

White trash with money and Black thugs with money running off at the mouth about politics make my brain hurt.

Terrible Toby is now known for his pro-American, flag-waving songs like, “Courtesy of the Red, White & Blue (The Angry American)” and “American Soldier”  He’s also known for picking fights with Natalie Manes of the Dixie Chicks.  Toby has carefully cultivated his as a rough and tough redneck since he was rockin’ a slightly different image back in the day.

Mullet on a Mission

Mullet on a Mission

Homeboy was rockin’ that mullet.

I don’t know if Toby is as ignorant as he passes himself off.  Maybe it’s all an act and he spends nights at home sipping mojitos and reading the National Review, but I do know he’s in the same company as Ralph Nader and Rush Limbaugh with this “Obama talks like a White boy” bullshit and they really ought to stop.  Right now.

As for Chris Bridges, aka “Ludacris” I understand where the brother is coming from.  He wants to show he’s down for Obama and I’m all for that, but why can’t he just put a “Obama for President” sign on his lawn and be done with it?

Just your typical Obama supporter

Just your typical Obama supporter

Yeah, I’m tired of Hillary too and I confess that I’ve probably called her a rhymes-with-witch at least once or 1000 times during the primaries, but that was then and this is definitely now.  Can’t Ludacris see how he’s going to be used as club to beat on Obama?

Already his arch-enemy, Bill “The Bloviater” O’Reilly has said of Ludacris, “his audience is small and his mind is smaller.”

The three-time Grammy winner hardly needs me to defend him from a fool like O’Reilly,  but he really should know by now that the Right will use anyone and anything to muddy Obama.  Indeed, O’Reilly used Ludacris to suggest that along with Rev. Jeremiah Wright among others, Obama is surrounded by people of a “questionable” nature.

Which of course is a load of b.s.

But it doesn’t matter if its true or not and O’Reilly isn’t trying to spread doubts in my minds or even the mind of the typical reader of blogs like this one.  He’s going after the millions of people who don’t bother questioning the stupid shit that comes out of his big mouth

I’d like to think they won’t fall for O’Reilly’s distortions and distractions, but I wouldn’t be willing to bet my paycheck on it.

At the UNITY convention, radio host Tom Joyner said during a panel discussion, “From Jena to Jeremiah Wright: Who Got it Right” that Obama really needs some of his friends to shut up and stay out of sight until the election.

Though I don’t particulary care for country music, I kind of like Toby Keith for being stupidly honest if not necessarily particularly articulate.   If he thinks that Obama “talks, acts and carries himself” as a Caucasian, he needs to meet more Black folks.  A LOT of us are just as educated, articulate, and sophisticated as Obama, and some of us make even him look like he speaks Ebonics and drinks 40-ounce malt liquor.

But I have never understood why anyone cares what a celebrity has to say about matters outside of their area of expertise.   Who gives a damn what George Clooney thinks about Darfur or who Paris Hilton supports for president?

On the other hand, it’s a testament to the phenomenon that is Barack Obama that he can transform both White trash hicks like Toby Keith and wannabee Black thugs like Ludacris into promient political commentators.

 
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Posted by on August 5, 2008 in Rantology

 

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How do you kill the undead? With really crappy sequels.

Theres gotta be a good review out there somewhere!

"There's gotta be a good review out there somewhere!"

I was reading a recent post on a discussion board for writers that lamented the fact that The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor was a poorly constructed, written, acted and directed piece of shit.

I would only be surprised if the movie hadn’t sucked.

Full disclosure demands I point out that I haven’t seen this movie or either of the other two Mummy flicks.  Nor do I intend to.  Life is short and way too short to waste a minute of it on bad Brendan Fraser movies.    I happen to think a freshly painted park bench can out-act Brendan Fraser.

If timing is everything, this third edition comes seven years  too late to capitalize on whatever success The Mummy (1999)  and The Mummy Returns (2001) enjoyed.   While Fraser is back to recreate his role,  Rachel Weisz has won an Oscar and has moved on to less schlocky fare.   Apparently, so have the critics as the flick has drawn an embarrassing 10 percent positive reviews from Rotten Tomatoes.com.

In the fine tradition of The Godfather III, Aliens 3, Spider-Man 3, Jaws 3-D and other third time around turkeys, why would anyone think another Mummy movie would be good? Talk about hoping against hope.

My rule of thumb about the way Hollywood handles film franchises is this:

The first movie gets made virtue of sweat, blood and wrangling a itty-bitty budget out of some tight-fisted studio. The director wants $100 million to make the movie his way, the studio gives him $50 to $70 million instead and the director goes off and tries to make the best movie he can with what he’s got.

The first movie becomes either a modest or monster hit. That gives the director the clout he needs to go in and make the movie he wanted the first one to be but didn’t have the budget for. Now he’s got the $100 to $200 million to make the sequel a state-of-the-art slam dunk, but now he’s got to deliver because the studio is making the second film a summer “tentpole” flick and it absolutely, positively HAS to be done in time.

The second movie is even bigger than the first, but the director isn’t obligated to make a third installment and may be thinking now about using his box office drawing power to make that “dream project” he’s always dreamed of. Maybe that all-star remake of “Gilligan’s Island” or something similar.

So for the third movie, Hollywood’s newest auteur decides to only take an “executive producer” credit and turns over the directing reigns to a second-unit director, screenwriter or some other guy whose major qualification is they can point a camera lens without getting their thumb in the shot.

The result is when the third flick drops it’s a turd of mammoth proportions. The money was there, but the script needed another rewrite, the lead actor is sleepwalking through a part they’ve grown throughly bored with, an important supporting role has been recast because the original actor wouldn’t sign up again without a huge pay raise and the movie stinks on ice.

The preview screenings are terrible. The reviews by the critics are even worse. They’re treating it like a $100 million dollar pinata. The star of this mess won’t do any promotional interviews and is trying to stay as far away from this bomb as humanly possible The only reason this turkey isn’t dumped straight-to-video is because it’s been advertised for months as one of the summer biggest movies.

Yeah, and so were Meet Dave and Speed Racer.

Long story shorter, thanks to a halfway decent trailer that shows all the best part of this farce, the movie enjoys a decent opening week despite the horrendous reviews. By next week the word of mouth on this stink bomb will have spread and the box office numbers will sink like a stone, but by then the newest sequel megalith will be in the theaters even as this one is on its way out.

The first movie is made for art. The second one is for art and money. The third one is for nothing but robbery. A fourth one? You gotta know when to hold ‘em and when to fold ‘em.

If I were a Hollywood producer, I’d just skip the third movie and quit before the sucking really sits in. That’s how you avoid calculating crap like The Mummy: Tomb of the Suckers who couldn’t get in to see “The Dark Knight” again.

 
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Posted by on August 3, 2008 in Music. Movies. Media. More.

 

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Darfur: Easy To Be Cold.

Sorry, Not our Problem.

Sorry. Not our Problem.

I have few worries that I’m ever going to become so rich and famous that I lose track of my roots.  I’ve been blessed (cursed?) with friends who will always be there to slap me back into reality should I become too bourgeois.

The other night I was on a long-distance phone call with one of those friends.  She prides herself on being one of those people who sees the man behind the curtain, the hidden agenda, and the secret cabal that has its dirty little fingers around the levers of power.   She says even as I do my thing in the mainstream, she is doing hers in the underground.

We talked about Barack Obama and the UNITY convention (and she dogged me out for leaving before Obama addressed the convention).  We discussed–well, she went off about how Planned Parenthood and the environmental movement perpetuate eugenics and class elitism—I listened politely.

Somehow the name of Ron Paul came up.  I said I didn’t have much use for Paul due to his “no involvement” policy toward Darfur and the horrendous ethnic cleansing occurring.

What she said next actually surprised me.

“Darfur doesn’t matter.”

I beg your pardon?  When exactly did genocide stop mattering?  When did mass rape and slaughter become something to yawn about?

“Nobody cares about Darfur.  People here care about the dollar being worth 30 cents.  They care about gas going up to $10 a gallon.   They’re going to bomb Iran and that will be the “October Surprise” to get McCain elected.  Darfur?  Nobody’s worried about Darfur.”

My initial reaction was, “Are you serious?  How could a good, liberal, progressive, borderline anarchist not care?”

Then again, maybe she’s right.   I just came back from a convention of minority journalists.  I don’t remember hearing a peep about the Sudanese government or the Janjaweed or the United Nations largely sitting on their hands due to general disinterest from the world community about 300, 000 dead Africans in a dirt-poor country.

There are other far more interesting and considerably less depressing things to talk about.

There are plenty of good, pretty good and downright terrible movies to see this summer.  We’re in the middle of a red-hot presidential race.  The NFL is getting ready for a new season and the pennant race is heating up in major league baseball.  And of course, there’s always the Summer Olympics to command our attention.

The Olympics are being held in China this year.  The same China we’re not supposed to criticize for being the best friend the Sudanese government has on the Security Council of the U.N.  Only the United States has called what is occurring in Darfur as “genocide.”  None of the other permanent members of the Security Council have followed suit.

Maybe I shouldn’t be upset with my friend.   Darfur doesn’t have oil.   Darfur doesn’t have weapons of mass destruction.  Darfur just have lots of Black people (though not as many as they used to).

And since when has the world lost much sleep over the suffering of Africans anyhow?  Ethiopia.  Rwanda.   South Africa.  It all becomes a blur.  Compassion fatigue may have settled in and it’s traveling buddy, indifference not lagging far behind.  Even African-Americans don’t seem to be overly concerned over what happens in Africa.

The weather outside is hot.   But it’s easy to be cold about Darfur.

 
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Posted by on August 1, 2008 in Rantology

 

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