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Flash Movie Review: Bob Marley: One Love

THERE HAVE BEEN MANY EVENTS I have attended that had speakers/leaders I wanted to hear. I have been fortunate to have met state senators, mayors, authors, world champion athletes, musical artists, activists, and a variety of others. I have found each of them gives off a certain intensity unlike the levels of intensity I encounter in my daily life. When I shook the hand of the mayor, they felt like a tightly wound spring that was ready to explode; it was incredibly intense. On a previous trip, I was at an event where political speakers were giving talks. Not all of them were common household names, but one was a senior adviser to a president. Listening to them, I was struck by their compassion and commitment; it just came out of them like a steady breeze. What equally impressed me were some of the less familiar politicians because I could tell they had that same drive of compassion and care for what they were trying to do in government. I believe I became more sensitive to experiencing leaders/figureheads who were, for lack of a better adjective, false prophets. You might know the kind that only tells you what you want to hear, instead of telling you what is the better or right or effective way to do something.      SADLY, IN THE FITNESS WORLD, I encountered many individuals who let their ego lead the way. At a fitness convention, the guest speaker at a workshop talked about themselves. They told us how they changed the culture at their fitness club and had the largest classes and how they flew cross-country giving talks and so on and so on. Their talk was all about me, me, me; I was bored out of my mind. The same thing happened, of all places, at a charity event where I was volunteering. The celebrity speaker was there to draw people into the event by purchasing tickets, besides buying tickets for the silent auction. The charity was for a worthy cause, and one would have thought the speaker would have acknowledged this during their speech. But no, they spoke about their new project in the works and how they got into the business; none of which helped sell the charity to get new donors. I found their behavior disgusting. Do not get me wrong; I am not trying to stop people from making a living. However, if a person is willing to be a speaker at an event, they should show the audience why there are people in the world who follow them. Offer advice, offer truth, offer your vision; just do not offer your ego. Not being familiar with the subject in this dramatic, music biography, I was hoping to find out who they were as a person and how did they achieve such a status in the world.      GROWING UP IN A COUNTRY FILLED with conflict, a musician finds his way through the world using his revolutionary music. With Kingsley Ben-Adir (One Night in Miami, Noelle) as Bob Marley, Lashana Lynch (No Time to Die, Captain Marvel) as Rita Marley, James Norton (Little Women, Mr. Jones) as Chris Blackwell, Tosin Cole (House Party, Doctor Who-TV) as Tyrone Downie and relative newcomer Umi Myers; I thought the acting was solid from Kingsley and Lashana, especially her. The musical soundtrack, as you would expect, was the main driver of this picture. Having little knowledge of his catalog of songs, I enjoyed the musical numbers. I thought the script did not do the subject justice because I really did not learn much about Bob Marley. At times, I felt I was watching a series of musical vignettes instead of getting an understanding of why and how Bob achieved his status in the musical world. The other thought I had running through my mind was the possibility I was watching a sanitized version of Bob and his family. Since his family was involved with this film, it certainly seemed feasible. By the end of the movie, I was glad I saw it, but not sure if indeed he was a man who led with his heart instead of his ego.

2 stars

Flash Movie Review: Burning Sands

NO MATTER WHAT TOOK PLACE, THE one thing you could not do was cry. At least that is what was instilled into every boy in school. Not that I remember someone ever telling me that exactly, but I learned right away after one tear broke free from my eye and slid down my face. The teasing and name calling started immediately before I could get up from the ground. I was not sure if I was purposely tripped while running in the schoolyard; but I fell face forward onto the asphalt, ripping my pants and scraping off the skin of my knees and the palms of my hands. If someone asked if I was okay, I did not hear them through the laughter. I did not take it personally since the same thing happened to anyone who fell. Though if you were a girl you did not get teased about crying. How or why that distinction took place, I had no idea; it was just acceptable or maybe it was tolerated better if a girl was crying instead of a boy. One of the worst labels a student could get was being called a “crybaby.” Getting that label would put you on a quick path to being known as a sissy, at least amongst the boys.      FROM THE EARLY TRAINING THAT TOOK place in elementary school, many boys grew a veneer of toughness. Some of the male students tried out for a sports team, figuring what they lacked in striking an opposing stature would be filled in with their athleticism. For those of us who wouldn’t or couldn’t compete in sports, we were left to fend for ourselves. A disconnect grew between those boys who were successful in portraying a tough exterior and those who chose not to or could not display toughness which by the way translated into manliness. Growing up in that kind of environment made me feel like something was wrong with me. By the time I made it to college, I found myself feeling more comfortable around female students than male. What drove this home for me was when I went to a fraternity’s open house during orientation week. Their house was this old Georgian style home with two white pillars that framed the front doorway. Going on a tour of the house, I heard about the history of the fraternity and its illustrious achievements in sports and community outreach. I do not know how to say this, but all the talking points I was hearing had competitive undertones that turned me off quickly. It seemed to me they were only interested in accepting those students who could display a “macho” exterior; something I sorely lacked. After watching this film festival nominated drama, I am so glad I never tried to be a pledge.      HOPING TO SUCCEED WHERE HIS FATHER failed, college freshman Zurich, played by Trevor Jackson (Superfly, Eureka-TV), was determined to survive his chosen fraternity’s hell week, no matter what he was expected to do. With Tosin Cole (Star Wars: The Force Awakens, Unlocked) as Frank, DeRon Horton (Dirt, Dear White People-TV) as Square, Alfre Woodard (12 Years a Slave, Annabelle) as Professor Hughes and Steve Harris (The Rock, The Practice-TV) as Dean Richardson; there were times when I felt I was actually watching pledges during hell week. The acting was cohesive among the cast which made there trials more realistic. I thought the script was decent; however, I wished the writers would have dug deeper into the students’ mentality and backgrounds. There was a level of predictability to the story; yet, I had to wonder how true the hazing incidents were being inflicted on the pledges. Maybe because I do not define masculinity in the same way as these fraternity brothers did; but they certainly proved I made the right decision when I chose not to pledge a fraternity when I was back in college.

2 ½ stars