Underneath the soft and fuzzy exterior are creatures who battle with their own demons. They are sentient beings who yearn to "get their krunk on", crack a glow stick, and dance around their designer shoes. They are cats who love to party.
I am really pleased with how this series of Marvel's Spider-Man franchise is developing. I am a devoted fan of the Spider-Man trilogy that captured the hearts of the of comic book fans in the early 2000s and I love the interpretation of the comics done by Director Sam Raimi.
It feels at times like two separate movies awkwardly scotch-taped together, which has me a bit worried about Sony's big mega-franchise plans. But as far as this entry goes, despite its flaws, I left the theater feeling satisfied. Not amazed, but satisfied.
Yes, yes, I know -- spidermanspidermanspidermanspiderman. I'll get to it. But my favorite movies of the week, as usual, are the small ones. Let's start with Amma Asante's Belle, a Jane Austen-ish film based on a true story.
Previously, the lovable Blue Macaws were saved by two preservationists, and they made a home in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Now, the party continues in Brazil's Amazon jungle, and the trip there is more than worth the effort.
While star-struck white kids traditionally headed for Hollywood or Broadway, their black counterparts bucked the odds and beat a path for Harlem and the Wednesday-night amateur show at the Apollo Theater.
I grew up with Jamie Foxx and having done so may have been the most beneficial experience of my life. Being just 19-years-old, it's surely taken a while to really connect with someone who looks like me.
At a time when "downtown" white venues were off limits to blacks, the Apollo certified success for African-American performers. And it has been at the forefront of the latest trends in the black community.