
Super Bowl commercials ebb and flow in terms of whether they are clever, smart, average, or just plain dumb. But when Lindsey the accused milkaholic baby jumped into the web cam and said, “Milk-a-WHAT?!,” I straight lost it!
Boy was that funny!

Super Bowl commercials ebb and flow in terms of whether they are clever, smart, average, or just plain dumb. But when Lindsey the accused milkaholic baby jumped into the web cam and said, “Milk-a-WHAT?!,” I straight lost it!
Boy was that funny!

Whenever Dave does that silly whiny voice impression of Jay it’s just hilarious to me!
Celebrating 100 Years of Black Cinema
By: Nsenga Burton Posted: February 3, 2010 at 12:27 PM
From the earliest days of film, black pioneers have imagined a better world for African Americans—a world that was often far ahead of reality.
As we all know, February marks Black History Month. But this year, February also marks something else: The 100th anniversary of the birth of black cinema. Black cinema was making black history before Carter G. Woodson founded Negro History Week in 1926. And this week, black cinema is making history once again with the nomination of Precious: Based on the Novel Push By Sapphire for Best Picture. It’s the first time in the history of the Academy Awards that a film directed by a black director is nominated for the top award. Director Lee Daniels is following in the footsteps of those who came before him—namely, William D. Foster and Oscar Micheaux. Oscar Micheaux is often lauded as the father of black filmmakers. But William D. Foster began producing films nearly a decade earlier than Micheaux’s first effort.
In 1910, Foster, a sports writer for the Chicago Defender, formed the Foster Photoplay Company, the first independent African-American film company. (Foster wasn’t a complete stranger to show business; he had also worked as a press agent for vaudeville stars Bert Williams and George Walker.) In 1912, Foster, produced and directed The Railroad Porter. The film paid homage to the Keystone comic chases, while attempting to address the pervasive derogatory stereotypes of blacks in film. This was three years before D.W. Griffith’s The Birth of a Nation (1915), a plantation fantasy credited with establishing negative stereotypes of blacks in film that still exists today. Consider the Reconstruction scene, where barefoot black legislators eat fried chicken, swill whiskey, lust after white women and pass a law that all legislators must wear shoes. Insert a cantankerous mammy, tragic mulatto, murderous buck, black rapists and a lynching, and you’ve got what is shamefully considered to be one of the greatest films of all time.
In response to The Birth of a Nation, brothers George Perry Johnson and Noble Johnson (a Universal Pictures contract actor), founded the Lincoln Motion Picture Company in 1916, producing middle-class melodramas like The Realization of a Negro’s Ambition (1916) and the Trooper of Troop K (1917) and their most well-known film, The Birth of a Race (1918). The Johnson brothers’ movies featured black soldiers, black families and black heroes, concepts foreign to most mainstream films at that time. Oscar Micheaux soon followed suit with The Homesteader (1919), becoming one of the most prolific filmmakers of his time. He directed over 40 films, most notably Within Our Gates (1920) and Body and Soul (1925), which featured film star Paul Robeson, and God’s Step Children (1938).
Micheaux’s films explored the issues of the day: passing, lynching, religion and criminal behavior. They were independently produced until he filed bankruptcy in 1928, reorganizing with white investors as the Micheaux Film Company. Some argue that this changed the tone and direction of his films. Micheaux’s films attracted controversy: Some black film critics criticized his work for its portrayal of blacks, which sometimes perpetuated the same stereotypes found in mainstream films. You didn’t find these stereotypes with the work of Eloise Gist, a black woman filmmaker, who with her husband, James, made religious films. Eloise Gist, a D.C. native, drove around with a camera, shooting footage that used “real” people as actors. Her morality films, Hellbound Train and Verdict: Not Guilty, were released in 1930 and were strongly endorsed by the NAACP.
Early black filmmakers aimed to show the full humanity of African Americans with story lines and themes that countered prevailing ideologies about blackness. Many of the films are hard to find and have “poor” production values because they were literally making something out of nothing.
Early black cinema is an important part of American culture because it visually brought our stories to life. Without the black independent film movement, there would be very few black films today. Where would the black film canon be without the Los Angeles School of Black Filmmakers of the 1970s? Haile Gerima, Charles Burnett, Larry Clark, Pamela Jones, Jamaa Fanaka, Julie Dash, Billy Woodberry, Alile Sharon Larkin all came out of UCLA. Their films tied black stories to black political struggles with an intellectual and cultural core.Some say Melvin Van Peebles’ Sweet Sweetback’s Baadasssss Song (1971) was revolutionary; others found it to be pornographic. Van Peebles made this cult classic for $500,000; it grossed $10 million. Without Sweet Sweetback, there would have been no space for Gordon Parks Jr., Ossie Davis and others to direct films during the blaxploitation era.
Although controversial, the blaxploitation era gave black actors, filmmakers and musicians an opportunity to make movies—at least in the beginning. During that era, one of the most profound independent films of all time emerged—Ivan Dixon and Sam Greenlee’s The Spook Who Sat by the Door (1973), which gave voice and visuals to the black power ideology that was evolving at that time. It was an unapologetic look at rebellion and literally using the masters’ tools to dismantle the masters’ house. It wasn’t so long ago that so many people of all races didn’t believe that they would see an African-American president in their lifetime. But what some couldn’t imagine in reality, black filmmakers created in fantasy, reimagining an America where a black man could be president.
In The Man (1972), James Earl Jones stars as Douglass Dilman, a black man who becomes president of the United States after the untimely deaths of the president and speaker of the House. (The vice president was too sick to take over.) Jones brilliantly conveys the struggle over power and identity in this cult classic that shows the complexity of race and class in the Oval Office. Historically, black cinema has been inextricably linked to social issues in our community. The controversy over Tyler Perry’s and Daniels’ films has a lot to do with class issues, something that Oscar Micheaux also experienced. While black filmmakers have broken many barriers, there is still much work to be done.
For example, Cheryl Boone Isaacs is currently the only African American among the 43 governors of Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences. While African-American film directors like Antoine Fuqua and F. Gary Gray are directing films that encompass many different genres including action and suspense, black female directors like Kasi Lemmons (Eve’s Bayou) and Euzhan Palcy (A Dry White Season) have not fared as well. Black cinema has always imagined what we could never dream of in reality. Now that reality is catching up with black film, it will be fascinating to see where it goes, particularly on the independent front. Let’s think about how the concept of black cinema is being redefined when a film like Avatar features Zoe Saldana, Laz Alonso and CCH Pounder in starring roles.
Black cinema is evolving and will continue to evolve. It did not start with Tyler Perry, nor will it end with him. There would be no Denzel Washington without Sidney Poitier and no Sidney Poitier without Paul Robeson. There would be no Halle Berry without Dorothy Dandridge, no Dorothy Dandridge without Lena Horne and Lena Horne without Fredi Washington. There would be no Hughes Brothers without the Johnson Brothers, no Lee Daniels without Spike Lee, no Gina Prince-Bythewood without Darnell Martin. There would be no Tyler Perry Company without New Millenium Studios, no New Millenium Studios without Third World Cinema.
As in many other industries, African Americans have made their mark in film narratively, stylistically, historically, thematically, economically and aesthetically. What some call poor production values, particularly as it relates to early black films, I call a survival aesthetic—doing the best that we can with what we have. Now that we have 100 years under our belts, we will do better. No matter how much black film changes, the ways in which we interrogate society through our films will not.
As we embark on a new decade in American society where many believe race will become less of an issue, we often forget how long black film has been around and how it has given voice—and image—to our issues.
Black cinema is black history—and our future.
Nsenga K. Burton Ph.D. serves as cultural critic for Creative Loafing. An assistant professor at Goucher College in Baltimore, she is a media scholar and filmmaker who recently finished Four Acts, a documentary on the 2007 public servants strike in South Africa. Follow her on Twitter.

Didn’t catch a whole lot of news over the past 30 days. But I did hear stuff here and there. I wanted to give some love out to Willie Mitchell who passed recently at the age of 81. Mitchell was the producer for Al Green and you know how that matchup went. VERY WELL!
We also lost the ‘Teddy Bear’ Teddy Pendergrass who started out playing the drums for the Philadelphia group Harold Melvin and the Blue Notes before becoming the lead singer on most of their hit songs. Teddy had a great solo career as well. His voice was unbelievably commanding and distinct. He will be missed.
May these two musical legends rest in peace~
Their contributions will go on forever!
1Love

Well back to the blogs! At least this is what I desire as I know I have not written in quite a while. It’s because I’ve been through quite a lot.
Without getting into all of the gory details I will share some things that perhaps will help someone else.
After months, heck years of struggling greatly with depression and a variety of other mental challenges I had a complete nervous breakdown on Christmas Eve. I had given up on life and was perfectly willing to leave this world behind. Some of the problems I had I brought on myself with series of bad decisions and just flat-out wrong thinking. Other things were put upon me all the way back from childhood.
During the holiday things came to a head and I ended up spending Christmas in the hospital. Boy what that an adventure. I volunteered to go only because they said it would be better for me when it was time to get released. My family pretty much took things over. Between my sister who showed up at the door totally by surprise, my mother of all people flew in from Los Angeles via the red-eye the night before and came in right after her, I had no choice though I had totally hit rock bottom.
The experience in the hospital was wierd. Sometimes I was calm and enjoyed the quiet. But most of the time I was just reeling, bored and worried about life after the hospital. The staff was minimal because it was Christmas. I wanted to get some help since I was there. But of course there weren’t any doctors and counselors around to treat us. We were just kept.
I met some cool peeps there. Victoria was this sweet lady who wore a hat cause she had lost some hair. She’ll talk you to death. I tried to chill to myself most of the time but she was persistant. One day she just broke out on me. “Christopher, you are a wonderful man. God has something special for you to do and your going to do it!” She was just too sweet. She tried to buy pizza for everybody on Christmas but Dominos wouldn’t take a check.
Delphine was cool. A tall black woman who seemed to regulate the entire ward. She wasn’t forceful but she had this presence about her that said she’s cool people but don’t cross her. She knew the lowdown and seemed comfortable in the hospital… a little too damn comfortable. I figured out she was a lesbian because when I told her I was to see Dr. J, (a female psychiatrist) she said to me, “Oh you’ll know her when you see her. Cause she is the finest white woman you’ll see walking the floor!”
In the meantime I read Andre Agassi’s book, “Open” and waited for my mother to visit me every evening. On one occasion in particular I remember sitting in a room with her alone and crying on her lap like a baby. I’ll talk more about her later in another post but it was all a part of the bottoming out process. I had not lived with my mother since I was 14. Again I’ll explain that later. The point is, here I was a 42 year old man just brought down to pieces laying in his mommy’s lap in pieces. But I got nothing but love from her.
After the hospital there was intensive outpatient therapy. After the first day where I mostly observed, I decided that I wanted to go all in on this therapy stuff. I wanted to open up and be so honest that it hurt. I wanted to go places where I was always afraid to go to before. Places inside that I was afraid to admit even to myself about the way I felt about myself.
I learned some things. Things like that as much as I wanted to be loved, I was not able to accept or receive the love that was offered to me. I heard people talk about ‘loving yourself’ and I asked the question, “What the hell does that mean?” Nobody could answer my question but finally my social worker in group therapy gave me some insight.
Change the word love to ‘accept.’ Once you learn to accept yourself and who you are and what you are, the love will be there.
Finally, I could understand that!
Group therapy was great because I also got to hear about what others were going through and I got to share in their pain, offer support and sometimes advice. We all did that for one another.
While I was in therapy I didn’t work at my 9-5. I only did some basketball games and was mostly able to focus on my healing. In that time I leaned on my family and the people who really care about me. Thats one thing that you learn when you bottom out. You learn who is really down for you and who is not! Very few people know what I’ve been through or what really happened for the last 30 plus days till this day. But I learned a lot about the circle of people I kept around me. I learned what love and acceptance is all about. I learned what condemnation and guilt was all about too.
I just went back to work on Monday. That in itself is a source of stress that I won’t get into.
But I will say this. I want to live. I want to be happy. I want to live right and reach my full potential. I want to be ferociously honest and tremendously free. I want to help and inspire hope and greatness in others.
With that I have made some decisions that I believe are best for me. Not all of them were easy. But I know that now I have been more courageous than I’ve ever been before. I have also sensed more blessings than I’ve ever experienced too. I pray and believe that the rest of my days will be better than the former.
Writing and sharing in this blog is special. I’ve missed it. And while ill I couldn’t create and write just as I could not listen to and enjoy music. (my other love)
But I’m back – I want to be back. And I want to share in this space.