Up in the sky, it’s a bird–it’s a plane….It’s a movie trailer featuring black actors actually playing legitimate people. You know, with emotions and lives, instead of stereotypes.

Or not.

I shouldn’t boast prematurely. After all, I haven’t actually seen this movie…But it looks ok. So sit back, relax, and enjoy the video below while I’m figuring out if I still know how to write.


Man of Steel

Guess what I watched Wednesday night?

My friend Nicole and I went to see Man of Steel.

It revived the sense of wonder that I had as a child when I saw the first Superman films.

Rather than posting a typical review, I’ve decided to share a few random, SPOILER-filled thoughts. I should warn you that almost none of the paragraphs flow into each other. Also, don’t read any further if you don’t want to know about some of the film’s critical moments.

I mean it.


I do…










First things first: I really loved the clips of Clark Kent as a boy. In particular, the scene where Young Clark felt overwhelmed in school and his mother had to coax him out of hiding. Could you imagine being a kid and having to wrestle with superhuman abilities? Could you imagine being a parent and having to raise a son who could burn you by looking at you? Kudos to the writers for that scene. Not only did I feel Clark’s vulnerability. I caught a glimpse of what Martha Kent must have felt as the mother of such a precious and powerful child.

Jonathan Kent’s death broke my heart. In the aftermath, I was stunned. One thought lingered in my mind: “He didn’t want anyone to know that his son had powers THAT BADLY?!?” I don’t know which part upset me more: The elder Kent putting up his hand to say, “No, Son. Do NOT come get me,” or Clark bursting into tears as his father was swept away. At that point, a part of me wanted to scold Clark. I felt like saying, “I bet you feel bad now for what you said…” (Note: About a moment before this event, smart-ass-young-adult-Clark told Jonathan something like, “You’re not my Dad. You’re some man who found me in a field.”)

How much falling-building-disaster-porn could they have fit into the fight sequences? The scene featuring the destruction of Metropolis was extraordinary. Yet it also left me thinking. How do survivors of 9/11 feel while watching these sort of movies? Do they find them upsetting? Given the magnitude of some of the effects, I can’t help but wonder.

I never realized how fond I was of Russell Crowe as Jor-El until his likeness kept showing up after his death.

Lois Lane knows that Superman is Clark Kent. I’m interested in seeing how this will fit into the franchise’s future. At the very least it saves me from wasting precious energy being annoyed. Back in the day it drove me nuts. How is it that a Pulitzer-winning reporter couldn’t see past some clothing and a pair of glasses?

My only real complaint is that I feel as though one of the action scenes ran a bit long. (I’m referring to the segment where the army went after all of the Kryptonians, including Superman.)

Who knows, though? Maybe the length bothered me because the whole movie was intense. My brain and body weren’t able to rest for over 2 hours. I sat scrunched up with my hands in front of my face for about 99% of the film. On the way from the theater, Nicole mentioned that when she got home she would need to decompress. I felt the same.

By the way. Don’t think I didn’t notice that truck from LEXCORP. Because I did.

Overall, I thought Man of Steel was spectacular. I look forward to seeing its sequel(s).


Dark Girls – Trailer

Random thoughts:

1. Years ago when a friend labelled me “light skinned” I was stunned. In drugstores, I could never find matching foundation. When someone refers to something as “nude”, they’re often speaking of a shade of beige that doesn’t match my skin tone.

Still, her comment left an impression. Although I knew about it in theory, I think that incident marked the first time I began contemplating colorism on a personal level.

2. That black man who says he’s not interested in dark-skinned girls…I don’t even know where to begin.

3. That girl who talks about how “dirty” natural nappy hair is needs help. And I’m not saying that as an insult.

When you think derogatorily about something that’s a part of you, you’ve got a problem.

I'm just sayin'.


When I first prepped this post, only the video was featured. But I believe I would be remiss if I didn’t say something.

The Door by Ava DuVernay depicts a prime example of something that I am deeply thankful for. Media that depicts black women as WOMEN.

Not sassy stereotypes.

Living, breathing, beautiful, bountiful, vulnerable, normal human beings.

Lord willing, I look forward to following in Ms. DuVernay’s footsteps.

diversity, Film

False Avatar

…And to think sometimes I wonder why directors cast Chinese people to play Koreans, and vice versa…

Right now there are bigger fish to fry.

*cue Valley Girl accent*

So I was just looking at Racialicious, and like, this series called Avatar: The Last Airbender is being made into, like, a live-action film.  The characters are, like, Asian, but SOMEHOW, the director, producers, and the, like, production company are, like, tooootally hell-bent on casting Caucasian actors for the lead roles.

You can read about it right here.*

*ends accent before ears start bleeding*

What’s next? A remake of Roots with actors in blackface?

In case you can’t tell, I am for authentic casting.  Overall, I’m very open-minded. I don’t mind seeing mixed-race couples, families, children, etc. If a family of one specific ethnic group is depicted as having members that are of another ethnic group, then hey, I don’t mind. That’s normal to me.  (That’s my LIFE!)

And I know there may be exceptions out there. However generally speaking, if a story/novel/cartoon is traditionally known for portraying people of a specific culture along with their clothing, customs, etc., then guess what?  When the live-action version of said story comes along, I would surely hope expect that the people in charge of said production would do their best to cast members of the appropriate ethnic group(s) in those roles.

To do anything else–namely completely disregard the aforementioned opportunity for authenticity–is sheer laziness.

Really, people.  Are decent Asian actors REALLY that hard to find?

I dug up those links^^^ in a couple of minutes on Google.  Just imagine what could happen if a casting executive or two used their heads?  Is it really that much trouble?  Or is it just a matter of the old Tinsel Town superstition that if the leads in your film are Latino/unknown and black/Native/Asian, then no one will come and see it?

They need to get over that real quick.

This is the YouTube generation. Jane Doe could be in your production. So long as you put on a good show, who cares? [EDIT: Or as I said earlier today,”…audiences love well-told stories, ‘star power’ be DAMNED!”]

We like to watch.

Need I remind The Powers That Be that non-white people watch films? We actually enjoy seeing people who look like us every now and then. Why do you think Grey’s Anatomy was (is?) so popular?

Some of the folks in Hollywood really should educate themselves. Just when I think they have a clue about folks in the real world and how to respectfully portray people of colour, they go and pull something like this…