Friday, September 16, 2005

What Really Counts

More a movement than even Cam and his dippy cronies up in Harlem, peep this: Mister Sandwich - it's C Dot Huxtable endorsed, you know.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

"Yo, when you hear talk of the Southside, you hear talk of the Team/See niggas feared Prince and respected 'Preme..."

The most trill paragraph in 50 Cent's 'From Pieces To Weight: Once Upon A Time In Southside Queens' book:

"I knew right then that Dillinger's days were numbered. But I still didn't expect Sylvia to kill him. She was real slick about it. She used his own green against him and let him do most of the work. All she did was fill up a bowl with roach spray so it looked like milk and placed the bowl on the floor. Of course, any normal dog would have some sense of self-preservation that would keep it from drinking a bowl of poison. Not Dillinger. He went right at it. I think that when he died, his only regreat was that he didn't get to finish his last meal."

(Note: All typos courtesy of Kris Ex.)

A Brief Review Of 'Hustle And Flow'

Somewhere between an alleged Three 6 Mafia soundtrack and a heavy dose of John Singleton involvement, you’d be forgiven for expecting a decent, rap-savvy film to emerge. Yet after lounging through a Rolling Rock-assisted viewing of ‘Hustle And Flow’ you’re left wondering what exactly you were meant to be watching.

Set around a down and out pimp’s quest to switch from the ass game to the rap game – and featuring an extended cameo from Ludacris as a particularly odious rapper going by the title of Skinny Black (Generic Rap Name Term plus Generic Rap Name Term equalling rapper playing a la-de-dah-de-dah-de-doodle-doo-whop-de-doo rapper!) - the ‘funny’ bits have potential but are never quite taken to their logical punchlines: at one point a wife with a penchant for more rabbit than Sainsbury’s is in the middle of talking her husband through the minutia of her day in such a deliciously annoying voice that you’re expecting Clipse, ‘Lord Willin’’, track six intro to kick in but, well, it doesn’t.

Likewise, at one point D Jay is on the tipping point of being cast as a hen-pecked pimp but, well, nothing comes of it. Instead there’s a completely unnecessary scene where he kicks one of his special ladies out of the house (baby included), which might be just the kind of thing that struggling pimps do to relieve the tension but adds nothing to the plot development. (And again, there’s a scene where the nerdy white boy producer and the be-dreadlocked blonde white girl who gives white trash a good ol’ name look to be getting close to each other but then, well, nothing for the rest of the film.)

So you’re left with a motion picture that can’t decide whether it wants to be serious or funny, instead coming out like a stone-washed mix of the two.

What ‘Hustle & Flow’ was crying out for was to be given a warm touch – like in Cube’s ‘Friday’ – but instead it just largely bemuses and it’s not long before post-viewing talk is whittled down to, ‘What the hell was the song playing in the club with the girl singing over ‘Still Tippin’’?'