Movie Review Monday: Somewhere

The above trailer is set to the music of my 2nd favorite band of all time (The Strokes) and their song I’ll Try Anything Once. Lyrics below.

I can see me in your eyes….

The song, and the movie remind me of the quiet, actually brief but seemingly epic moments in life when you truly appreciate what you have had, what you do have, and what you will get.

If you’ve ever tried and failed at being a Stephen Dorf fan, try again with Sophia Coppola’s Somewhere; a tale about a man trying to find himself while his daughter floats adrift in a broken home and dysfunctional family between parental units. A reminder that we don’t choose our parents or our kids, but that we can choose love and life over death and dismay.

Peace to the Godz and Earths.

Ten decisions shape your life,
you’ll be aware of 5 about,
7 ways to go through school,
either you’re noticed or left out,
7 ways to get ahead,
7 reasons to drop out,
when i said ‘ I can see me in your eyes’,
you said ‘I can see you in my bed’,
that’s not just friendship that’s romance too,
you like music we can dance to,

Sit me down,
Shut me up,
i’ll calm down,
and i’ll get along with you,

There is a time when we all fail,
some people take it pretty well,
some take it all out on themselves,
some they just take it out on friends,
oh everybody plays the game,
and if you don’t you’re called insane,

Don’t don’t don’t don’t it’s not safe no more,
i’ve got to see you one more time,
soon you were born,
in 1984,

Sit me down,
shut me up,
i’ll calm down,
and i’ll get along with you,

Everybody was well dressed,
and everybody was a mess,
6 things without fail you must do,
so that your woman loves just you,
oh all the girls played mental games,
and all the guys were dressed the same,

Why not try it all,
if you only remember it once,
oooh ooooooh,

Sit me down,
shut me up,
i’ll calm down,
and i’ll get along with you,

(okay one more time)


“…in the past if you picture events, like a black tie,
what’s last thing you expect to see? black guys…”

Kanye on Murder to Excellence – Watch the Throne

Stay Sassy Internutz,

Black Ty

Movie Monday: MIRAL

Frieda Pinto as Miral

As an English Teacher travelling to far off foreign lands, it is only a matter of time before your ignorance is exposed. In Egypt, I learned that it is not always so simple and easy for someone to just want peace. A student of mine asked me plainly: “What would you do if they came into your homes and killed your people?”

“Miral is the name of a flower. It grows on the side of the road. You’ve probably seen millions of them.”

I came across the movie as I usually do new movies, on some random movie blog. I looked it up on as saw some very small minded people giving the film very small minded reviews. Asking why Miral only looks at the issue in Palestine/Israel from the Arab point of view.

On HBO’s original series (and one of the few news related shows on TV/satellite which is honest) Real Time With Bill Maher’s guest last Friday was the director of The Diving Bell and The Butterfly, Basquiat, and Miral itself. He answered his critics like a real honest-to-the-source-material art-house director would “We already know our side,” said the Jewish-American director, speaking on behalf of the general Western sheltered culture. I couldn’t agree more, we understand so little of the personal experience of an entire race of people. We need not look outside of even our own races to find open gaps in our knowledge of life in areas less ‘civilized’ than ours. Let alone try to assume things based on books, movies, and let’s face, stereotype.

Miral takes a look at the female experience in a war torn region of the Islamic world that may never be able to find a peaceful resolution. On a deeper level, it looks at a person’s primal desire, when backed against the wall, to “take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing end them.” The arousal to fight manifests whether or not the person believes he or she can triumph over whatever adversary they are facing. This is the pride that resides in the hearts of all men and women. It is the strength of the human spirit. Its will to fight for what is ‘right’ no matter the cost that – the Arab people I’ve met believe – will only result in a Palestinian victory.

Peep the trailer:

“No future for them, without one for us.”
I don’t condone violence, but that doesn’t mean I don’t understand it under some circumstances. It is an inescapable part of our natures, of our histories. …inescapable? Surely the history is a large and complicated issue, but I think the healing should start with women being treated accordingly; as our most valuable assets.

4/5 Black Ty’s

Ma ‘is salaama



James Franco reads Allen Ginsberg

Images are put to Allen Ginsberg’s powerful beat generation poem and its literary value is put on trial.

Music by:

Jack Arel and Jean-Caude Petit “Tonight At The Sands”

Steve Gray “Steve’s Place”

Danny Baker “To Have & Havier”

Teddy Lasry “Dim The Lights” and “Uptown Boogie”

Mel Young “On The Beat”

George and Ira Gershwin “Lady Be Good” performed by Dizzie Gillespie

Mark and Kathryn Matthews “A Horace, of Course”

Eddie Waltman “Forever Hers”

Bob Dylan and The Band “The Wheel’s on Fire”

For the words to ‘Howl’ click here.

I hope homophobes can see past the gayness. ( I had the word faggotry in there, but took it out, because it’s hateful)

Stay Classy,

Redefine borders,

Don’t trash me,

I just load the motars,

Black Ty

Runaway, why don’t you?

So moments after Kanye’s short film Runaway hit the internets, people started chiming in with their opinions.

Bruce Willis 80s action movie Kanye fans wasted no time in touting the flick a masterpiece. While the Biggie Smalls Life After Death Disc Two Track 6’s immediately hit the artist with labels the likes of Fag-o-tron and phoney-try-hard.

Masterpiece or not, musical genius or not, brilliant artist or not, Kanye and his work continues to make noise because he has the guts to do what so many other artists don’t out of fear of criticism backlash; be himself.

Here is my scene by scene breakdown of what I interpreted from Runaway. Of course, like all great art pieces, it should touch different people in different ways. I think you (yes you) understood it too.

Yalla Bina!

  • Scene One:

Tom Cruise in a big budget action movie worthy all out sprint in the beginning is intense.

Nikki Minaj narrates, “gather round children, zip it listen”.

Dark Fantasy Plays, produced my RZA, this beat is haaaarrrrrd!

Kanye drives alone is his Lambo (Mirtzialago) raps about being fly “Can we get much higher?” “Don’t make me pull the toys out!”

He’s stunting here, enjoying his Power and Fame, but at the same time he is alone, driving fast, almost dangerously so, through a winding lush country side road. We see a family of deer, and we can’t help but think for a moment that he’s about to hit one. He’s alone, there’s a family, living at peace in nature beside him. He has so much Power, but he doesn’t have what they have.

Maybe he’s wishing for this one last piece of the puzzle to be added to his life. His Power pulls what he wants most right into his path, in a flaming ball of hot fire. Or in the form of the hottest possible girl a brother could want.

She’s just laying there, all for him, he asked for it, so he takes her. Doh! A deer, a female deer, stands in the background, watching, almost skeptically, as if to say “you’re going to mess this up to” or “you shouldn’t be going after that flashy shit Ye, you need something simple, more natural, like me”. No Beasto!

  • Scene Two:

Phoenix wakes on Yeezy’s couch in his pad. News reports on TV that fires are raging across the forest, caused by just how hot this lady is. In other words, a bad b!tch just stepped on the scene, and she’s drawing all kinds of attention. Tabloids.

“First rule in this world baby, don’t pay attention to anything you see in the news” Kanye says to her and it’s here we learn that this girl is new to Earth and it’s ways. She needs to be instructed. My reading, Yeezy bagged a bad b!tch, but she needs training, she doesn’t know how to act in certain situations, not just “proper etiquette, how to hold your knife”, but maybe she is too hood, or too bougy (“ghetto university”), either way she is on one level of extremism and can’t handle all situations. She is a fish out of water, but she loves this new world, she is fully basking in its beauty.

Then she finds the beauty in her captor’s art and Stockholm syndrome sets in. We see Ebanks fully naked body here. My reading, that’s one helluva a body! lol but no, seriously, Kanye shows her what he’s all about here and she loves it (Power plays in the background), and he loves that she loves it! So much so that…

  • Scene Three:

…a child incarnation of him runs through a field and pops the smoke; a sign that usually a bomb should be dropped on the spot where the smoke is. A good bomb maybe, at first, as we see when the next track plays.

All of the lights blasts! Fireworks go off. The whole brass section is out and marching. Yeezy and his girl are so happy that it brings out that feel good Michael Jackson type vibe.

Explosion from the intial crash is shown again. A bomb dropped on Yeezy’s existence. It looks beautiful right, but wait, it’s a bomb, it destroys. I mean, this really doesn’t need that much breakdown, but if you read this, you’ll see that it’s all quite obvious, even though its masked in sometime absurb visual metaphors. The girl is a blessing, but a curse. “never make a pretty woman your wife” as the calypso song goes.

  • Scene Four:

Meet the crew. Yeezy watches as his new flame toys with a tea cup. More out of her element that Julia Roberts before she got schooled my Richard Gere. This isn’t literal, Yeezy is telling her what to expect from his family and friends. “They will judge you. I know you’re a bird, and you gotta spread your wings, but chill, just this once, please!”

At the table, Ye debuts his new girl, and is met with cold stares, secret whispers, and judges all around. Yeezy wants her to be herself, so he doesn’t ask her to hide her wings. The attention she draws though, is a little too much.

All black dinner party, dressed in white, served by an all-caucasian staff. Why are they all white? Come on, we’re descendants of slaves. We’re not gonna whip and torture and not pay our staff, but we’d like to be served now. And we’d like to humble your cracker ass while you serve us.

“You’re girlfriend is really beautiful”

“Thank you.”

“Did you know she’s a bird.”

“No,” Kanye replies sarcastically, “I didn’t notice that.”

“I mean like. Date the monkey in the zoo?”

Furious, Ye retreats to his music. He’s happy to have this girl. He connects with her. But his fam and friends won’t let him have that. They’d rather criticize what they see on the surface just like the tabloids would. “So I think it’s time to have a toast!” F you! I can’t be happy! Ok fine, here’s to you! Baby, get outta here, runaway from me, ain’t nothing but pain here.

You think he’s calling himself a douche, and maybe on some level he’s admitting that he’s a egomaniac at times, but while you toast him, his toasting you right back, making himself a mirror, showing you your intolerance and hypocrisy.

Powerful female figures, dancing rhythmically. I think he’s reminiscing over the many great women he’s had in his life, none of them perfect, but all with their perfections. Maybe his fam and friends like some of his old girlfriends better. But he’s moved past them, they are just images dancing in his memory now.

Maybe he feels regret here. Maybe one or more the past gfs would really have made great wives. As we see in his selected solo ballerinas, showcasing their special moves. “But I always find something wrong.” Like she eats her peas one a time time type shit.

The bird served for dinner. I read this as Ye’s date saying “wow, really, we’re gonna put all the attention on me? Eat me up, shit me out? Just because I’m being myself and you’re not? F YOU ALL!”  she coos and caws.

Ye holds his head and she cries, like “yeah, i told you to tone it down, just this once!” We see the bomb again, the firery mass that brought this bad b!tch into his life. It loses some of its beauty now, and looks more like a piece of hell now.

  • Scene Five:

Back in the backyard. “Whose fault?” Things are far simpler here. It’s just Ye, his girl, and their pet…sheep. lol. We can read into that if we like. Sheep are usually seen as followers, the bird-girl is always shown with the sheep, like she is part of that flock. Yes there is only one sheep. So maybe Ye thought that she was unique, but now his is doubting that idea, and seeing her as just another follower. She’s the white sheep, a follower. Ye, dressed Black, is the black sheep, inside the house, but out of the cage that is that backyard boxed wilderness.

Entropy has a hold of their bond now. “Blame Game” plays.

White fluffy clouds. Expanding a lot like the bomb that dropped but a lot easier on the eyes. Duality themes of love.

“Statues are phoenix turned to stone!…I have to burn! Or I’ll turn to stone.”

“No, I’ll never let you burn!”

I have to leave your world, or I’ll just be another thing for these people to stare at. I want to be flashy and fly, but on my own terms.

I won’t let you go.

I won’t be something for you to stare at either.

“Who will survive in America?”

I don’t know….

4/5 Black Ties

Stay classy world.



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 Last Waltz

For lovers of good music.
bob dylan

I know I wasn’t born yet. I know I’m not white. Heck, I call myself BLACK Ty for Mohammed’s sake; I’m aware of what is what. And what this right here is, is good music.

Find the movie. Find the music. I have no links for you this time. If you want it, you’ll find it.

The Last Waltz was a concert by the Canadian rock group, The Band, held on American Thanksgiving Day, November 25, 1976, at Winterland Ballroom in San Francisco. The Last Waltz was advertised as the end of The Band’s illustrious touring career,[1] and the concert saw The Band joined by more than a dozen special guests, including Paul Butterfield, Eric Clapton, Neil Diamond, Bob Dylan, Emmylou Harris, Ronnie Hawkins, Dr. John, Joni Mitchell, Van Morrison, Ringo Starr, Muddy Waters, Ronnie Wood and Neil Young.
The event was filmed by director Martin Scorsese and made into a documentary of the same name, released in 1978. The film features concert performances, scenes shot on a studio soundstage and interviews by Scorsese with members of The Band.
the last waltz