Love certainly has none. Especially on the unsuspecting naive heart.

even the car scenes are similar

Scott “Whooligan” Caan, writes and stars in this flick and does a good job at both. You could say that this is a just a modern retelling of the 1970s classic Love Story because (spoiler alert!) of what happens to the female lead character. But it didn’t feel that way to me. To me it felt more like “I’d rather imagine her dead than having turned down my proposal to be with another man.”

I swear I wasn’t expecting to watch another sad lovey-dovey movie (this would be the third in a row; London, the one below, and now Mercy) my boy @Heinz21st suggested the flick to me.

Much like London, the male lead in the story takes the break up harder than the female. Which makes me think that life is imitating art while art imitates life during a life-like imitation of an art exhibition in a fake art gallery showcasing truthiness.

Trailer peep:

Anyway, this is my review: I love movies about writers, I love movies about love, I love movies that give the public a look inside the twisted conversations of men. Scott Caan and his father, the legend James Caan, share some amazing scenes together.

"Love is a myth" .... "You're wrong, Dad."

 3.5/5 Black Ties.

With a special Santino rater for old times sake:

"Niggers havin' a real good time up in Harlem"

Put on some suspenders.

Stay Classy,

Black Ty.

Note to self: When it comes to sending emtionally charged emails, always save a draft, take a nap, and then decide if you really want to send it. Some things are better left unsaid.

“Just cuz a brother say he love you, don’t make it so. So when she looking for suitors she had to take it slow.” – Kweli

Breaking Upwards


....cuz breaking up is hard to do


Nothing is forever. Or so they say. Does that making forever, nothing? In the sense that staying together ain’t nuthin? Like there ain’t nothing to it, but to do it?

Who knows…

This is for lovers of independent, low-budget film. Set in the always scenic New York City, where all great sad romantic comedies find themselves, this Daryl Wein film does what all great sad romantic comedies do; make you absolutely miserable. I swear I’d move to NYC just to have those backdrops for a one of a kind love affair, yeah. [/earth wind and fire]

Unlike it’s naturalistic predecessors however, (I’m thinking of one movie in particular, but after reading it on another site’s review, I don’t want to say it here because I’m freaked out at the possibility that I think like everyone else and we’re all brainwashed zombies)Breaking Upwards does not hide what it is about. It’s right there in the title.  You’re in for a gut-wrencher.

This is an honest portrayal of relationship death. But what makes it worth the watch is the struggle the characters Zoe Lister-Jones (co-writer) and Daryl Wein go through to keep their fading spark alive. There is an undeniable feeling of love between them. So much so that I wasn’t surprised at all to read that this is an auto-biographical script. Thelove is there. They knew how precious it was to them. They fought to keep their bond alive. Ultimately, spoiler alert for those who haven’t been reading closely or who think the title is preshadowing of a surprise twist ending, they lose their fight to stay together and go separate ways. Great supporting cast, even better banter between them. (Julie White TRANSFORMERS, Andrea Martin G.I.L.F.?, Peter Friedman THE SAVAGES, LaChanze, Olivia Thirlby JUNO, Pablo Shreiber THE WIRE, Heather Burns BORED TO DEATH). Gotta love good acting, even when, and maybe especially when it makes you feel powerful emotion; sad or not.

But life goes on…

on to the next one and…

stay open, there’s still time for eloping

lightning could strike on sand.

Haven’t figured out how to edit images on Mackenzie yet, so I’ll put up my rating system at work – whenever I actually go back.

3.5/5 Black Ties.

There’s also a mildly amusing rap video to go along with the flick. Starring one of my favs O. Thirlby! “Tight!

Peep it.

hit the jump for much more amusing reggae video. (peace to the indian guy from Office Space break dancing)

Stay classy you f’n d-faced fs,


The Truth about Obama’s Presidency, in song.

Class, Class, Class.


Wayfaring Blues

Words are falling down like endless rain into a paper cup…

Black Ty


“I’m just a soul, who’s intentions are good. Oh lord, please don’t let me be misunderstood.”

Sometimes I feel like I’m a mouse running through the labyrinth of a controlled experiment. It seems that sometimes I am tested, buttons pressed etc., just so my reaction can be perceived and then in turn, I can be judged.

Which I suppose is how people really get to know who you are. You can preach peace all you want. You can tweet positivity all day long. But the true test of a man is not what he writes down about hypothetical trials. The true test of a man is how he reACTs when in tested beyond his normal limits.

I have learned things about myself that I didn’t fully believe were true and learned these things after being forced to reACT in a difficult situation. I have learned that I am not perfect. I have also learned that I not only hold righteous ideals, but I am also not afraid to act to uphold my code; especially in defense of the weak and outcasts of society.

My point? I pop a lot of shit. I’m not great at expressing my true feelings so I jest and joke and kid most of the time. But don’t take me for a fool simply because I play at one (or wrote like one). And don’t attempt to have me caged up and monitored while you take notes from the behind the glass in the lab.

I know you want me to slip up but I won’t give you the satisfaction. For the force is my ally.