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"Occupy" Red Tails This Weekend

I'm getting ready to head out the door to meet Black Man Not Blogging (BMNB) and my family to see "Red Tails," the story of the African-American Tuskegee Airmen fighter pilots from World War II. People who want to send a message to Hollywood that we want more of these kind of movies need to go "occupy" Red Tails this weekend.

The movie was completely bankrolled by George Lucas because no one in Hollywood would greenlight it. Once he made it, he was told that no one in Hollywood would know how to "market" a movie like this.

To borrow from Roland Martin's commentary on "Washington Watch," "Really? When we have a black president and the biggest media star in the world, Oprah Winfrey, is black? Really?"

I call B.S. on Hollywood, and I plan on "occupying" this movie to send a message. Plus, George Lucas' girlfriend of five years is Mellody Hobson, president of Ariel Capital Management, the largest African-American-owned investment firm in the U.S. I don't doubt Ms. Hobson had her hand in getting this movie to the screen, and I intend to back her up and make sure George makes his money back.

You should, too. Besides, if you paid to see "Soul Plane" in the theater way back when, consider this your act of black entertainment atonement.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I enjoy your blog. Please keep it up. My son is going with his friends today and me and sweetie are going tomorrow. I agree we need to support our positive movies as much as we do the comedies.

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