Without a Script

Over the years I’ve seen more than my fair share of movies aimed at the Black audience. I’ve seen the spoofs, the comedies, the thrillers, the musicals, the mysteries, the horrors, the dramas. I got Under The Cherry Moon. I glimpsed The Hollywood Shuffle. I viewed Harlem Nights. I felt Purple Rain. I inspected Boyz N The Hood. I was there, man. I sat high up in balconies like my grandfather did without preference. He perceived Four Shall Die. He witnessed The Broken Earth. He knew Life Goes On. He observed The Flaming Crisis. He gaged A Man’s Duty. There, up there, back then, even now, we watch the big picture aimed at us for entertainment, as we live this life without a script.