Here’s the thing about my movie reviews, I spoil. Movie was made in 2013, no excuses to get mad.
This is a review and I spoil.
As a black dude in America, I was always interested in Africa but I was always too lazy to check out any actual African films.
Catchy title, right?
Now, as I mentioned a lot of times before, I actually do feel like I’d make a pretty okay actor. Pretty sure, Hollywood just sees me as an extra, though.
Which is why I wanna start opening a little ditty I call “Being an extra” where I share with you my personal experiences of what it was like being an extra on the sets I was on.
Now I have two rules about this that I’m gonna set for myself, one is I’m not gonna mention any other extras unless I get their okay so I’m gonna be using a few fake names and two is I’m not gonna talk about being an extra on a project that isn’t already finished.
With that being said, if you actually care about what I write, just know that this is gonna be a new thing.
Probably gonna call it something else like “No Lines: What it’s like being an extra” or something.
This is kind of a review with spoilers, don’t read if that ain’t your thing
So in order to compensate for not getting a job as quickly as I want to, I’ve decided to get an internet certification.
I’m thinking of doing some volunteering too.
My biggest problem is driving my cousins’ car in order to get places.
Ever since the wreck of my first car, I’ve been only slightly skittish about driving. I mean, I can drive and I’ve driven his vehicle a few times already while being here in California but I’ve always driven slow (not too slow) and carefully compared to my people in Louisiana.
My cousin, however has been pretty cool about letting me live here and has made it pretty clear that if I need the vehicle (he has two), I’m welcome to use it to get myself on track around here but I’m still like “I DON’T want to wreck this vehicle”. The way I see, I haven’t, so I’m doing a good job.
Because the job fountain has been looking pretty dry, I decided to do the one thing I’m sure all Californians have done at one point and whore myself to the film industry.
Well, not really “whore” but call a few up and ask questions mostly.
I always thought agencies cost money to use but according to these select few, it’s as easy as giving them a headshot, an email, a resume and letting them work their magic or whatever
Now, I’m no fool, I know that the acting business is shallow as fuck so there’s probably no chance of me actually getting into a movie or anything like that but the idea is to at least fail while trying so I can add that into the list of “shit I attempted but got cut short on”. Just a few more bricks until I’ve finished my fortress of failure, y’know?
On the positive note, I’ve been having more conversations with my old classmate, if the name “Baranco” mean anything to you, you know who I’m talking about.
I feel a bit special because we were friends in High School and she’s the reclusive type. Every so often she’d call me up and stuff, really brightens my day knowing that she’s still alive (a couple of people from my school year are dead).
On the good foot, I like to think I’m doing well in school, it’s an IT course and I know just enough about computers to make sense of some of it and some things did stick during the Lynda courses I was taking.
Only problem is that the class I’m in is about hardware, not software, so I’m kinda up shit creek.
Welp, challenge accepted, much.
If you’re still reading, I’m still writing.
Love and Peace, yo.
I kinda delayed this one, I saw this movie about three days ago but it was still amazing.
Bruh, the Lemoore NAS movie theatre was freakin’ packed!
Now let me start off by saying this, I’m gonna spoil to some degree, if you’re cool with that, keep reading
Where the hell was I in 2011 when Benny Chan released this movie!?
Y’know, with a few hours of this year left, I honestly don’t feel much of an actual change and despite all the deaths, the flood, Alton Sterling’s murder, the recoiled cop killing, Trump’s corrupted victory, getting fired after five years, another year of crippling depression due to inadequacy and losing my gad-dang remote.
I’d like to point out the positives, or at least my positives.