The gripping true story of Fred Hampton’s final days gets a dull adaptation that does the story no justice.
This fascinating hour-long documentary highlights the art (and necessity) of being an independent Black mortician in an increasingly gentrified world.
Not the Steve McQueen film, but the 2011 documentary that first brought the Black British genre to light.
Writer-director Eugene Ashe is far too in love with his own style to create any real love between his two leads.
Misogynoir is taken to task in Shotgun’s virtual production of Loy A. Webb’s breezy script.
If any white celeb owes us an apology, it’s the so-called “prince of pop”.
UPDATE: you call THAT an apology?!
Rotimi Agbabiaka delivers another winning solo show satirizing race, sexuality, and hunger for fame.
A Christmas screen-hop features Black Power, White romance, and Sci-Fi. Guess which one I loved?
No “Best Of” yet, but here are some emotional ponderances on the decade-ending year that was.
The popularity of 2019’s two biggest film should NOT be something we celebrate.
Ebony Powers: ‘Manifesto’ at Brava
Rotimi Agbabiaka delivers another winning solo show satirizing race, sexuality, and hunger for fame.