I think the takeaway from this film is to not let anyone stop you from doing the thing you were born to do. We follow this incredible artist through the trials and tribulations she encountered just to get her music out in front of audiences and have it be recognized.
NEW YORK (October 1, 2014) — “National Black Programming Consortium (NBPC), a nonprofit based in Harlem that has been presenting stories about the Black experience on the public airwaves since 1979, is launching NBPC 360, a new funding initiative designed to identify innovative storytellers and to generate quality serial, digital and multiplatform content for public… Read more »
“The attention to detail they employed for their disguise is bold and mesmerizing. She wrapped her hands and face in bandages and took on the specific physically of an invalid white man suffering from rheumatism.”
“…a simple life can contribute just as much to humanity as an extravagant one, all you need is respect for what you do and to do what you love.”
The movie “Get on Up” is not even close to the life of James Brown. The book is based on my life with my dad and the people that were in his inner circle that were with him on a daily basis, the movie did not consult with any of his inner circle that are in the book.
There’s nothing better than finding an old picture of someone you love. It is the most advanced form of time travel we have, taking you back to moments you are nostalgic for – even moments you never witnessed yourself.
America is overwhelming at first glimpse, everyone is talking faster, the houses and cars are suddenly bigger, and the sky seems more imposing somehow, the concept and physicality is just so vast. In “My Dear American” filmmaker Arpita Kumar dramatizes this beautifully using the intimate relationship between an Indian-American husband and wife who just moved to the suburbs.
If you fly a swastika flag in your yard, you’re closing yourself off from the possibility of any productive conversation about race or worldview. What came across most during our trips was a sense of fear and confusion – on both sides.
Rawlins was a husband, father, grandfather and public servant. He lived inside the proverbial box. Obedient and a man of service, Rawlins came alive in the small workshop he maintained beneath his Caribbean home. It was there where Rawlings used found materials he re-purposed, re-imagined and reconfigured into 1/16th-scaled works of art and interest.