Wednesday, September 06, 2006

So last night was one of those evenings that I was actually able to relax. I hung out with a good friend for a bit, and she gave me a nice rug that is now nicely sitting in my living room. Once that was over, I sat down and watched the movie 16 Blocks. Now I had been warned that this movie was garbage, but I rarely heed anyone's opinion when it comes to movies. This was one instance, where I would have been wise to listen to the warnings. The movie was some hot garbage. I've seen Mos Def act in other movies(Something the Lord Made, Monster's Ball, even in Brown Sugar), but in this movie he was especially bad. Granted, the plot didn't really give him much room to grow, but on top of that he had this horrible accent that was like Flowers for Algernon meets a bad Chappelle skit. I'd be interested in knowing the director's rationale for making Mos talk like that. And Bruce Willis played an alcoholic, washed-up detective whose job it was to transport Mos the criminal from the jailhouse to the courthouse. I could go on about the movie, but there is no point. How's that for a movie review?

The other thing that mad me laugh is seeing the credits to this movie. I saw actors' name such as Bruce Willis, David Morse, etc..and then you see Mos Def. It seems to me if you want to be taken seriously as an actor, you have to use your real name. In the movie Crash, Ludacris' name was listed as Chris "Ludacris" Bridges. That way the non hip hop fans can award you a bit of respect, and the hip hop fans can say, oh THAT is his real name. Everybody wins. But when you're pushing 40, and people still refer to you as Mos Def, that seems a little problematic. I feel the same way about Ice-T, LL Cool J, Meatloaf and Sinbad. Just use your real name, and put the nickname in the middle. I'm sure they are reading this, and calling their agents right now. I think I am going to start asking folks to call me the Maestro..we'll see how that works out for me.
Incidentally, to close out the movie portion of this blog, I did see an excellent movie this weekend entitled Little Miss Sunshine. Now THAT was an hilarious movie. The cast was funny, the plot was original, and even when there was a bit of sadness, they quickly turned it into something funny. And everyone used their real name.

So tomorrow is the day my personal trainer and I start working out, and I am nervous. It's one thing to slack off on your own personal workouts, because nobody is watching and no one is pushing you or calling you out to bust your ass. But when you're paying somebody to basically be in charge of whipping your lazy ass into shape, it's an entirely different matter. Because of the filthy weather yesterday, I was able to buy myself a couple more days, but tomorrow is the big day. I have to get weighed, measured, and i'm sure I have to give a goal as to what I want to look like after our sessions conclude. To be honest, I can take or leave the weightlifting, I just want to be able to run 26 miles without stopping like Diddy and Oprah. If I can do that after these sessions, then I'll be happy. Oh and I wouldn't mind sparring for 5 rounds either, that's always been a fantasy of mine. Actually I have lots of fantasies, but that's another entry for another time.

Oh and Ms. Serena Williams has added me as one of her friends on myspace. This may seem minor, but it is the first step in a long journey that will conclude with she and I being photographed nude on some beach in Brazil, having passionate sex, while Venus watches.

3 comments:

Hannibal said...

u trying to get all svelte?

Anonymous said...

thanks for the sentence shot out...you made my morning...

Jo said...

Maestro??? I kinda like it . . . i see you're making people's mornings now . . .you better stop . . . also you're now Serena's friend, is that possible . . .we gotta love the Maestro . . .as for the gym . . . you just listed two things I need to get with . . .fashion and physique . . .once you get all fine and worked out, will you teach me?