Best and Worst of 2005

You know it's that time a year again so I give you my top 10 movies of 2005.

Munich - This has to be Spielberg's most violent movie since Saving Private Ryan. Gripping, intense and brilliant. If there was any shadow of doubt to Spielberg's genius, this movie would put those doubts to rest.

The Aristocrats - The funniest movie of the year. There are so many laughs in this movie that you have to see it several times to get them all.

Oldboy - This movie left me with a sick feeling in my gut at the end. Who knew Koreans could do Greek tragedy. This is a story that could not be told in America.

Star Wars: Episode III: Revenge of the Sith: What can I say my childhood is over. The first two were disappointing but this one wasn't.

Sin City - One of the most ambitious movies of the year. Well executed. Robert Rodriguez took a lot of flack for giving Frank Miller a director's credit. You will not see a movie that is more true to its source.

A History of Violence - One of the most direct and to the point movies I've seen in years. Ed Harris and and William Hurt play great bad guys.

Crash - This movie is packed with stars and great performances. I've never seen a movie where race and power were used so honestly. How can you not love a race movie set in Post 9/11 LA? Crash is one of those movies that attempts to make a statement about race relations in this country and tries to give equal time to all ethnic groups.

Kung Fu Hustle - As funny as it was entertaining. I was surprised by how good it was.

Hustle & Flow - Gritty but very good. Terrence Howard gives a career making performance.

Mr. and Mrs. Smith - Yeah ok I bought into the hype and ya know what? I don't care. Great action sequences. The on screen chemistry cannot be denied.

Honorablee Mentions: Batman Begins, G, Syriana, Capote, Thumbsucker, Broken Flowers, Waiting, The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Junebug, Four Brothers, Layer Cake, Shopgirl, The Baxter, Lord of War, Good Night and Good Luck, Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire.

The Ten Worst Movies of 2005

State Property 2 - WHY Dame (Dash) WHY? This was the most ghetto piece of sh*t movie of 2005.
Stealth - This was not a good movie for Jamie Foxx.
Cursed - No direction. Poor story. Should have gone straight to video.
XXX: State of the Union - Icecube really tried, but he came up short in the end.
Domino - Over done. Disappointing.
Doom - Some video games shouldn't be made into movies. Better luck with Spy Hunter Rock.
Mindhunters - This is another one that should have gone striaght to video.
Bewitched - Great premise but it ended up being a waste.
The Island- Michael Bay is repeating himself. How many times can you see the same chase scene.
The Constant Gardener - Poor execution. This movie ran too long. I don't need white people telling me how hard it is in Africa. This movie was crap.

Bloggers I would love to meet

This post is dedicated to the bloggers I would love to get into a room together.

In no particular order the following is a list of bloggers I would love to meet in real life.

Panama Jackson - The self proclaimed sexiest blogger alive, Panama's site is filled a wit and humor that revels my own. His style is off the cuff and random. He is a man who not only inspires up and coming bloggers but he's a man that often gets ripped off by other punk ass bloggers.

Kajuana - I go to her site just for her take on relationships. She's an old fashioned woman with a unique way of looking at relationships.

Humanity Critic - This brother is one of the most angriest bloggers around. If I ever meet Humanity Critic I will not tease him about David Spade or the many times he's been stopped by cops. Humanity Critic is the master of the throat chop. Do not fuck with this man.

Jackie Chiles - Jackie is one of the many contributors for the Airing of grievances. Like myself Jackie has been the only black guy in the room in many situations.

Jaine Blaize - Ms. Blaize brings the fire where ever she goes. She's had my back many times on my blog and I appreciate her for that.

Not only would I love to meet each of these guys but I would love to get them in a room together with a bottle of tequila and a camera and tape the conversation.

How's that for an update Panama?

Good bye Mr. Pryor

Richard Pryor died of a heart attack just after 8AM Saturday December 10th 2005 in Los Angeles. Growing up I admired two famous black men. The first was Muhammad Ali the second was Richard Pryor. Both men had a reputation of being rebellious black men who said what was on their minds. Both men where trailblazers and pioneers in their own way. Richard taught me that a black man can say whatever the f*ck he wanted to say whenever he felt like it. I had never seen a black man so free. I often say that my mother is the one who taught me how to curse, but the truth is Richard was the one who taught me. My mother took me to see all of his movies and that’s actually how I learnt how to conjugate the verb, noun, and adverb and adjective we all collectively know as fuck.

When I first heard that Richard died I felt numb. I thought he had at least another five years left in him but the news didn’t shock me, for years Richard had been sick and there was no sign that he was getting better. Over the next few days a lot of people will be writing eulogies in honor of Mr. Pryor saying that he was a trailblazing comic who was an influence of a generation who had many demons, blah, blah, blah. This is all true but what people leave out is that his material was the blueprint for what most black comics are doing today.

Without fear Richard talked about things that black people would only say behind white people’s back, and put it on stage for the whole world to see. He was a social critic. He made you laugh and at the same time his material made you think. He wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable or angry. He used his demons to make us laugh with him. And he never stopped being funny. I cannot stress this point enough. It took a disease for him to stop working and even then he would show up randomly at some comedy clubs in LA.

Every comic working today owes a debt of gratitude to Richard Pryor. And every black comic working today owes that nigga a check, cause every time you hear a black comic do the bit about how white people do stuff differently from black people that's a page out of Pryor’s book. Every time a comic uses the word nigga Richard Pryor (and Paul Mooney) should get a check.

Saturday night I did my best to honor the memory of Richard Pryor. I snorted a line of cocaine, banged a couple white chicks then lit myself on fire. I suggest you all do the same, because Richard would want it that way. (Just kidding, I love you man. Rest in peace muthafucka)