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Big George Foreman (12): A "Lean, Mean, Grilling Machine"... but mostly boxing.

#onemannsmovies review of "Big George Foreman" (2023). #ForemanMovie. Solid but staid telling of a remarkable life story. 3.5/5.

A One Mann’s Movies review of “Big George Foreman” (2023). (The full title is “Big George Foreman: The Miraculous Story Of The Once And Future Heavyweight Champion Of The World”, but who on earth can be bothered with that!) “Big George Foreman” is a biopic on the remarkable true story of the boxing champ George Foreman. And it really is an incredible tale. Being of a certain age, I was…

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Men of Honor (2000)

My ★★★★ review of Men of Honor #FilmReview #MovieReview

Synopsis – The story of Carl Brashear, the first African-American U.S. Navy Diver, and the man who trained him – Men of Honour. Director – George Tillman Jr. Starring – Cuba Gooding Jr, Robert De Niro, Charlize Theron, Hal Holbrook Genre – Historical | Drama Released – 2000 ⭐⭐⭐⭐ Rating: 4 out of 5. For fans of – Rules of Engagement, Training Day, Enemy of the State IMDB Based on a true…

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#2000s Cinema #★★★★#Black Cinema #charlize theron #cinema #Cuba Gooding Jr.#Drama #film review #Film Reviews #George Tillman Jr.#Hal Holbrook #Historical #movie review #Robert De Niro

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movienized-com · 2 months

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Big George Foreman (2023)

Big George Foreman (2023) #GeorgeTillmanJr #KhrisDavis #KhrisDavis #SullivanJones Mehr auf:

Heart of a LionJahr: 2023 (April) Genre: Biografie / Drama / Sport Regie: George Tillman Jr. Hauptrollen: Khris Davis, Sullivan Jones, Lawrence Gilliard Jr., John Magaro, Sonja Sohn, Forest Whitaker… Filmbeschreibung: Wenn es um den Boxsport geht, ist eines sonnenklar: Muhammad Ali (Sullivan Jones) war der Größte und wird es wohl auf ewig bleiben. Nicht allzu weit dahinter kommt dann aber…

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Big George Foreman Review (Blu-Ray A Subpar Sports Biopic That Fails Foreman's Insperational Life

I’ve seen a lot of films about boxing and boxers. Most of them were pretty good. Big George Foreman wasn’t one of them though. Every big-name boxer in the last fifty years or so has gotten a film about them so why not George Foreman? His story is actually very interesting. It’s just the way it’s told that isn’t very good. And the performances weren’t very good either. George Foreman (Khris…

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#Adnan Virk #Big George Foreman #Erica Tazel #George Tillman Jr.#Jim Lamply #John Magaro #Kris Davis #Matthew Glave #Robert Florez #Sonja Sohn #Sony #Sullivan Jones

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uiltoncezar · 1 year

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Faster / George Tillman Jr

#Faster #George Tillman Jr

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@pscentral event 26: minimalism FOOD IN FILMS:

BABETTE'S FEAST (1987) dir. Gabriel Axel EAT DRINK MAN WOMAN (1994) dir. Ang Lee SOUL FOOD (1997) dir. George Tillman Jr. CHOCOLAT (2000) dir. Lasse Hallström MARIE ANTOINETTE (2006) dir. Sofia Coppola LAST HOLIDAY (2006) dir. Wayne Wang EAT, PRAY, LOVE (2010) dir. Ryan Murphy CHEF (2014) dir. Jon Favreau PARASITE (2019) dir. Bong Joon-ho THE MENU (2022) dir. Mark Mylod

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A Bud In The Gun(1)

Gator Tillman(CC) X Fem!OriginalCharacter

Enemies To Lovers

⚠️WARNING⚠️

Raunchy, angst, mentions of sex, heavy description of sexual events, Chrys worked at a strip club, character death(s), cursing, insults, Gator threatening Chrys and vice versa, slow burn, mentions of firearms and other various weapons, description of fighting, Gator spying on Chrys, character injuries, etc.

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Her last night. Thank God it was her last night at Pink Paradise. Her last night of tightening the ankle strap of her clear, 7 inch, platform sandals. Her last night of nearly getting dizzy from swinging professionally on a body glitter covered pole. Her last night of practiced ass jiggling to entice old clients and new customers alike. Her last night of g-string wedgies, sweating off her pasties, losing her jewelry, and fighting with customers and other pole dancers alike.

It would be her last night of dumping a duffle bag full of cash onto her mattress, from George Washingtons to Benjamin Franklins. It would be her last night eating pizza at 2:30 in the morning with her colleagues, paying for her tuition, and paying for an uber home. It would be Chrys's last night in Bemidji, Minnesota.

Chrysanthemum was quick to tidy up her apartment, packing up her washed sheets and blankets, her glass and ceramic dishes, and her silverware. She helped to load the furniture and 3 boxes with TVs into the moving truck. She'd boxed up her clothes, accessories, and shoes and bagged up her toiletries. After all of her belongings were packed and checked for, the African American woman headed for the airport. A simple procedure of steps.

Getting her boarding pass and plane tickect checked, wait to board the plane for however long, then get one the plane. Although, as she boarded, notions of despair infected her thoughts. The very idea of her being the official last Whitlock.

What made it worse was that it wasn't no coincidence. There were no such things as coincidences in Stark County, North Dakota. Especially with a law twisting, people fearing man who does the so-called "protecting" and "serving."

A man like Roy Tillman. Having his entitled, half-witted son as his deputy doesn't help this fucked town either. Chrys has always been suspicious of them. Ever since, Tillman Jr. decided it was a good idea to mow down Corey with a big ass car tire - OVER A MISUNDERSTANDING NO LESS - and Daddy Sheriff decided to cover it up, she's always been weary.

Ever since, her father conveniently became the prime suspect in some crimes simply because of his skin color. Ever since high school, the way Gator would come on to her in a disgusting way and then threaten her when she turned him down, just because of who her father was.

The way he made his friends pull on her hair when she wore it down or curly... flip up her shirt when she decided to wear it... The way he would back her into her locker and corner her... and then play it off as a joke. The guy had a sick fucking sense of humor. Just thinking about it had Chrys's blood boiling.

It was only a few hours before the plane landed, Chrys taking a refreshing nap before her eyes shot open when her ears focused on the sound of the Inner Call. Her back and shoulders stretched, and her hazel (green) hues scanned the area around her.

"Attention, Passengers. We will be landing in 5 minutes. Prepare for landing, remain relaxed, and thank you for joining us at Delta Air Lines!" The copilot would announce. After the announcement, Chrys began to relax again, concentrating on her breathing and trying to remind herself where she put her suitcase.

The landing was smooth. It's almost smooth enough to make her forget about the tombstones she has to go see later today. Chrys tightly clutched her cerulean suitcase. The sound of her 5-inch cowboy boots clicking against the marble floor where everyone could hair.

Her long, unruly auburn curls caught everyone's eye, but no one could see hers through her dark sun glasses. In true grieving fashion, she wore all black, a long coat on top of a fitted and lacey black dress. She didn't mind catching people's attention, but there were certain times where.. she wished she could've been invisible.

Like now.

It didn't take long for Chrysanthemum to notice someone who has owned the profession title of "scum of the Earth" she wanted to avoid. Dressed in his almost all black, law enforcement uniform with a brown hat that read "Stark County Sheriff" the stood Gator.. fucking.. Tillman.

Even with the hat on she could tell he still had that fuckass haircut. Their eyes met for a moment, but thank God for her black shades. The young woman would just keep walking, finding her boarding line and checking in before walking off again.

Chrysanthemum Whitlock was in the clear.. or so, she thought. Not a second later did Chrys bumped into someone, and it just had to be Tillman Jr. She had dropped her pass, leaning down to pick it back up, and he did the same. That was different.

"Aw jeez! My bad!," Chrys exchanged her apology, the officer grabbing her papers first. He took all of five seconds to scan her name on the booklet, eye all of her features and present that disturbing smolder she remembered him doing... although he grew into it. It was.. tolerable to look at now.

"Here you go... Do I.. know you lil' lady?" Gator questioned, Chrys immediately denying any relation they had in the past.

"Uhm, I don't think so. Listen, I'm kinda in a hurry. Thank you for your help, officer." And there she went, Gator's big brown eyes trailing her appearance and her ever move. He could've sworn he knew her from somewhere...

November 22, 2019. 5:47 p.m. Chrys hasn't cried this much since her acceptance into college, although those tears were pure happiness. The tears she was shedding now were hot and gross, and they would not stop, no matter how hard she tried. Chrys wasn't sure, but she could've sworn, she could hear the sounds of her own wailing. It made sense.

She was weakly cradling her father's tombstone like it was his body. Her body curled up into a ball on her brother's. Several seconds.. minutes... hours passed by. Until it was 8:30, and it was dark. She had to leave. Chrys wanted to do anything, but.. and yet she couldn't stand being there anymore at the same time.

The rest of the evening saw only a few tears...then there was only anger. The woman's anger boiled to a low simmer as she cleaned up her new apartment. She unboxed and put up everything within the day. Three-and-a-half hours of setting up plates, pots, and pans, placing family photos in an orderly fashion, color-coding clothing accessories and shoes, and organizing toiletries,furniture rearrangement and bed-making... It seemed like all the time in the world. Three-and-a-half hours of planning and plotting her home decor.. as well as a fucking massacre.

The next day wasn't any easier on an emotional level, but Chrys was still able to get out of bed and get dressed. Today, along with black shorts and a pair of blood red, snake skinned cowboy boots, she decided to wear a greenish-beige baby t-shirt. She really liked her cowboy boots.

Over her baby T-shirt, she pulled on a fur jacket that matched the color of her boots. She headed downstairs, grabbing a designer purse she bought a whole back when she made a whole bunch of cash at the Pink Paradise. It was a blood red, faux snaked coach bag. Her father tried to send one just like it to Chrys for her 21st birthday.. maybe she should've let him.

Shaking her had at the pondering though, she headed out for the day, her dainty and slightly veiny hands fiddled with her silver hoops before she unlocked her silver Lexus RX. Her mind back tracked to the time where she was spamming Corey about a car to buy. Abe didnt have one at the time, but she had the money.

"I want to feel safe, but I also want it to look cool!" She remembered saying, only for her brother to call her up seconds later. Throughout that week, they were looking up cars together. She said no to a Subaru.

"Can't fuck in a Subaru. That's weird." Which got a laugh out of her. Chrys almost picked a Ford SUV, but then Corey ruined Fords for her when he decided to make a terrible joke about Roy Tillman. Something about Chrys being more attractive to him..? It creeped her out. They scrolled and sent. Scrolled and sent. That was until she found herself inseparable to the Lexus RX. She loved it. He loved her. It was a done deal. A week after she filed the paper work, and sent him plenty of pictures of her new baby.

She never knew what to name the God damn thing... well until now. Corey fit perfectly.

Chrysanthemum started the engine, backing Corey out of the driveway. Her first stop was the local diner. The 25 year old needed to know if it changed, even if it was just by a little. Chrys surprised herself when she remembered the route, the long empty road confusing her to no end. It had only been 7 years. What could she have forgotten in seven years? Just then the valedictorian pumped the breaks, her discerning pupils watching as the man on the horse trotted around her.

Oh yeah.. Goddamn. Not a second passed before she was cursing herself under her breath, making sure there were no more cowboys inside before she released the break and tapped on the gas. Soon enough, she was in the parking lot of the diner. As much as she hated this place, this was home to her. Chrys couldn't count on decent food and warm atmosphere anywhere else... except for maybe Jerry's Pizza at two in the morning back in Bemidji.

She noted the ring of the bell as she entered the place, picking a booth against the wall and setting her red handbag between her and it. A waitress was quick to come to the booth where Chrys sat. While her words and voice pitch were kind, her demeanor was not. She seemed perplexed by Chrys's style, which confused Chrys herself.

What was wrong with it? Did it look out of place? Apparently, it did to those around her. She didn't even notice the men from across the way stealing glances at her. Some amused, some intrigued, and some scowling. In time, she felt the scowling ones, returning the negative gaze with her menacing one. The more the young broad glared back, the more they got the message. Chrys was anything but afraid.

She was quick to order, getting the "Whipped Waffle Delight" and some cranberry juice. As she was waiting, she noted the sound of the bell again, it making her dark hair stand up on her maple brown skin. When she caught wind of who it was, she rolled her eyes to her phone. He had to have been stalking her at this point. And indeed he was. Gator to a seek on the opposite side of her booth, greeting her with an expecting smile.

"Well, haven't you changed?? Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, ey, birdie?" He'd say, Chrys noticing his balls finally dropped before she even thought to speak back to his condescending ass. She didn't say a thing for a moment, she looking at him with that wall built from hatred.

"How?" Chrys would finally respond with, his shit eating grin only getting seemingly more smug as he continued on.

"Took a peak at your boarding pass and thought your name sounded familiar, so I did a background check." Those dark eyes of his were watchful, taking in her incensed glare while she processed his nonchalance. Was he serious? He seemed fine with it, too, like it wasn't a big deal that he just invaded her privacy. He must've known why she was here and why she came back. If it was up to her, she'd become a domestic terrorist and burn this entire city to the ground.

"So why did you come back..? Not that I'm complaining. You look good." Gator added, watching his childhood crush tense up at his compliment. He didn't forget. He never forgot what he did to her all those years ago. How he made her feel, how stand-offish she was after the torment he put her through. But he wasn't sorry either. He wasn't sorry because of how resilient she was now. Somehow, she became even smarter. Chrys was always the smartest person in the room. That made his blood boil in the best way.

To see an attractive competitor wherever he stood was intoxicating. It was a fight to see who would be one step ahead of who. To see who could get the upperhand. To see who had a gun to whose head first. It had Tillman thinking he would find himself melting at her perfectly manicured feet.

Chrysanthemum wasn't thinking anything of the sort. Her mind was racing on the thought of ripping his head off of his body with her thin, metal plated noose she had for private shows. It made her extra money, and it had the potential to subdue - or even kill - someone.

"I'm back because my family is dead. Permanently until I can't stand the sight of you or your father again," The black woman hissed, Gator immediately becoming intrigued and a bit offended.

"There she is.." The deputy would say under his breath as she heard her lose composure. He was always one to eat it up when he got under someone's skin. He leaned in, looking up at the returning waitress that had Chrys's food. Gator watched Chrys thank her, realizing how glossy her lips were. When her mouth opened, he peeped her top set of teeth, her canines still as sharp as ever. He remembered bugging her about it sophomore. Called her a "predator that needed to be put down" for it..

When the server left, Gator already had a comeback ready for the complex flower while she sipped her cranberry juice. He kept it close for comfort, watching her eyes roll as he hissed back.

"I'm sure we'll get sick and tired of answering disturbances that you make. You've always been so loud and angry at that," Once again, those gorgeous, dangerous eyes stared daggers into Gator.

"Piss off, Gator," She'd say between sips, waiting for him to shoo like the infuriating waste of life he was. Obviously, he wasn't going anywhere until she asked nicely.

"You're just proving my point with that attitude, Missy," and he'd keep himself seated with that inconvenient smirk.

"I'd like to enjoy my meal alone, so if you don't mind.." They sat there in silence for a moment, her tormentor getting up and leaving her be, but not before sneaking in a threat.

"I'll be checkin' on you real soon, hun.." It ringed in her wars for a moment, and so did the 'clomp' of his boots as he left. She had time. She always did. Chrys was quick to finish her meal, checking the time on her phone a few seconds later as she left a generous bill. It was only 10:30. She sat two twenties on the table before leaving. She decided to lock her car, taking her purse and going for a wall through the town while she still could.

It was a peaceful, windystroll, Chrys appreciating the way the wind calmed her by blowing through her hair . Already, she was okay again, the multifaceted woman spending thirty minutes out before she realized she was being followed. It was by the men from earlier. One had a tattoo on his neck, another had a black cowboy hat while the other had a tan one..she wasn't sure what they wanted, but if she had to guess they didn't take a liking to the mean mug she returned to them.

Chrys was quick to slow down when they yelled, pulling out one of those longer tasers she had purchased a while back before she had decided to come back home. Before she knew it, she was being corned, then greasy men were already getting handsy, and when Chrys denied their advances, she found herself against an ally wall, the tat necked man's hand tight wrapped around her throat.

That was her queue, her reflexes swiftest as she held up the taser to his chin and shocked him until he let her go. He ended up on the ground, Chrys stomping on his chest before swinging at the other threats. She aimed at the groin of the black hat man as she watched him fall to the ground to falling to the ground as well. Soon, she was tackled once again, attempting to be choked out. She began wailing on the last guy, her scratching out his eyes with her sharp, black fingernails. With his screams came vulnerability, Chrysanthemum taking this time to knock him out.. until she was just punched his face and ruining his nose.

"Hands up in the air!!" A strong voice shouted, Chrys taking a moment but slowly raising her hands from the unconscious man under her. Her amber eyes glanced back, only to see the Sheriff himself. Roy Tillman's gaze softened, looking the lithe girl up and down until he realized who it was.

"You come back just to give us trouble, Whitlock?" He asked rhetorically, nearing closer as he subdued her. As he cuffed her, she quieted herself, only looking back at him when they were both standing.

"They were getting handsy with me, and that's no way to treat a lady. Are you gonna get handsy with me, too?" She questioned, also seeming rhetorical as his hands romed up her waist when they got his horse. He lifted her up on it, the girl shaking her head as she gripped the noseband strands. Chrys eyed Roy as he grabbed her purse and registered weapon. He was quick to get behind her, telling her to spread her legs and then lock them under his. Then was the young woman trapped, her mind circling back to her plans of gaining justice injusticely.

It took all of 45 minutes for him to get back to the diner. On the way, interrogating, asking questions, and only getting the same response. When she verbally took notice of Corey, Roy uncuffed the complex flower and sent her on her way. His tired dark hues lingered on her as she hopped in her Lexus and drove off. She sped through the clear path, her eyes darted forward, and her frame felt of unease. She could tell it was going to remain like that for sometime.

When she got home, she decided to try and disperse the heightened suggestibility she felt, pulling out a bowl of freshly but pineapple from the fridge she had bought from the market last night. She'd chow down, seeing how it was only 1:17 when she arrived home and began to eat her acidic fruit. Throughout the day, she'd clean her weaponry, starting with her silver 9 millimeter and ending with her pump action shotgun.

..Eyes. Chrys could've sworn she felt eyes on her. She was casual about it, thinking if she didn't make a big scene, whomever was watching her wouldn't notice she noticed. Like a black lazy cat, Chrysanthemum slowly emerged from below her left window, only to find a Stark County squad car. God, they just didn't know when to quit. She'd squint, her eyes dilating until she focused on the figure in the squad car.

God fucking damnit! It was Gator. Chrys was quick to slide back down against the wall where she couldn't be seen. If she was going to be watched, she thought she might as well give them a run down of her usual routine. She finished up her pineapple, Chrysanthemum rinsing out the tupperware before tossing in the recycling bin.

She tidied up the kitchen, adding a freshener to keep it smelling sweet. She loved sweet and citric smells. She then turned on the television, keeping her eyes glued onto it until it was 6 in the evening. In that time, Gator spied. He spied hard. He took a gander at the guns on the island in her kitchen, noting how resourceful she still seemed. She was always resourceful, even if it was too flee and not to fight.

Soon turned nightfall, Chrys taking the time to seemingly call it quits, walking around to turn off all the lights except for the one in the kitchen, having the habit to clean up until she felt it comfortable to begin to really unwind. The pretty 20 something began to undress herself, pulling off her baby tee and her cowboy boots with her back turned. Next was her high waisted denim shorts, exposing her thin red g string, leaving nothing to the imagination. Then there was the tattoo on her side and then the burn scar on her angel wing.

"Jesus.." Gator felt his ears start to sting, one look at deep caramel colored skin, and he remembered one of the heavy feelings he had for her in high school. It was a feeling that pulsed in him whenever he watched her smile or laugh, even when he wasn't on the one to do it. One day, he wanted to. He wanted to make her smile.. to make her laugh, blush, moan, grip him like the vice she was..

..He never really admitted it to himself, but Gator Tillman had deep, romantic feelings for Chrysanthemum Whitlock. He still wouldn't admit it, but good lord was she more than easy on the eyes. She confidently strutted in her own home without a care in the world and to the way she seemingly did any and everything with complete grace.

Gator clenched his jaw, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. He knew he had a job to do, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards Chrysanthemum. And as he sat there, watching her through the window, he couldn't help but wonder what secrets she held beneath her tough exterior.

Chrys found herself back downstairs, now wearing a pair of shorts and a comfortable long sleeve before she picked up her phone. God, was she already over this. "He needs to leave.." She said to herself quietly, caressing at the 3 ambiguous beauty marks on her naturally flushed face. She was quick to her March to her front door, raising an eyebrow at the suddenly shocked deputy. She was tapping her house shoe ridden foot as she leaned against her front door.

"It's 9:00.. You've done enough 'spying' for today! Now get hell out of my property before I start shooting!!" Chrys would shout, rolling her eyes before turning back inside and slamming her door shut. As Gator backed out of the drive way, she contemplated how over this Tillman bullshit she already was, but if they wanted to waste their time ogling at her it's not like she wasn't used to it. Except she used to get paid for that bullshit behavior. Maybe she should've start charging per hour again...

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Thank you for reading if you made it all the way through! And I hope to have the second installment in 2 weeks, maybe? If not, I'll be soon, I promise!! Uh, I hope you enjoyed it! See you soon!!♡

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Belly (1998) dir. Hype Williams Ever since they were kids, Sincere (Nas) and Buns (DMX) have lived life close to the edge, doing whatever it takes to survive. As adults, they build up their kingdom of crime on drug dealing and robbery. But Sincere grows weary of the criminal lifestyle and joins a black Muslim religious group. Buns, on the other hand, sinks deeper into criminality and faces serious prison time. The cops offer him a deal, however -- assassinate the head of the Muslim group, and he will go free.

Shottas (2002) dir. Cess Silvera Deported from the United States, two drug dealers (Ky-Mani Marley, Spragga Benz) travel to Miami and continue their violent ways

Soul Food (1997) dir. George Tillman Jr. When Ahmad Simmons' (Brandon Hammond) diabetic grandmother, Josephine "Big Mama" Joseph (Irma P. Hall), falls into a coma during an operation to amputate her leg, it throws the Joseph family into chaos. Ahmad watches as his mother, Maxine (Vivica A. Fox), and aunts Teri (Vanessa L. Williams) and Tracy (Nia Long) struggle to adjust to the family matriarch's sudden absence, fall into old rivalries, share memories, and work to maintain the long-standing tradition of Sunday family dinners.

Kirikou and the Sorceress (1998) dir. Michel Ocelot The tiny Kirikou is born into an African village upon which a sorceress called Karaba has cast a terrible spell: the spring has dried up, the villagers are being blackmailed, the men of the village have either been kidnapped or have mysteriously disappeared. He wants to rid the village of the curse so he goes on a voyage to the Forbidden Mountain, where the Wise Man of the Mountain, who knows of Karaba and her secrets, awaits him.

Bebe's Kids (1992) dir. Bruce W. Smith In this animated depiction of a calamitous first date, Robin Harris (Faizon Love) hits it off with the gorgeous Jamika (Vanessa Bell Calloway), whom he meets at her boss' funeral. On the ride back, Harris is introduced to her well-behaved son (Wayne Collins), and asked if he wants to go with them to the amusement park the next day. Harris accepts and arrives to find three more children joining them. Jamika is watching her friend Bebe's kids -- which is the beginning of Harris' problems.

Yeelen (1987) dir. Souleymane Cissé

In the 13th century, Niankoro (Issiaka Kane) is born to the shaman Soma (Niamanto Sanogo), who fears his offspring's magical powers. Niankoro flees with his mother (Soumba Traore) and masters his skills while staying ahead of his father's attempts to track him down. Setting off on a journey to ask his uncle, Djigui Diarra (Ismaila Sarr), for advice, Niankoro uses his abilities to help tribal king Rouma Boll (Balla Moussa Keita) defeat a neighboring tribe, thereby earning the king's friendship.

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#VoicesFromTheStacks

It's Black History Month! And today we're showcasing two items from our Script Ephemera Collection!

The Script Ephemera Collection contains scripts that were considered for Best Screenplay in 2000. It also includes a variety of publicity kits sent to out to theaters and the press in order to spread the word about the film. Let's look at two of these publicity kits.

Booty Call: This is a 1997 comedy directed by Jeff Pollack. This movie is about Rushon (Tommy Davidson) who has been dating Nikki (Tamala Jones). When Rushon asks Nikki to dinner, she invites her friend Lysterine (Vivica A. Fox), and to forge a double date, Rushon gets his friend Bunz (Jamie Foxx) to join them. The two parties hit it up, and want to take both of their relationships to the next level, however, neither want to do that without "protection", and so starts the search.

The film got two thumbs up from film critics Siskel and Ebert, who praised it for it's vulgar humor.

Soul Food: Also a 1997 film, this comedy-drama was written and directed by George Tillman Jr. Tillman based the family featured in the film on his own family, and was also written to show a more positive image of African-Americans than was typically seen in Hollywood films. There is talk now of a sequel being made, with Tillman as writer.

According to Rotten Tomatoes, Soul Food's synopsis is as follows: "when Ahmad Simmons' (Brandon Hammond) diabetic grandmother, Josephine "Big Mama" Joseph (Irma P. Hall), falls into a coma during an operation to amputate her leg, it throws the Joseph family into chaos. Ahmad watches as his mother, Maxine (Vivica A. Fox), and aunts Teri (Vanessa L. Williams) and Tracy (Nia Long) struggle to adjust to the family matriarch's sudden absence, fall into old rivalries, share memories, and work to maintain the long-standing tradition of Sunday family dinners."

The film holds an 82% on Rotten Tomatoes, and film critic Roger Ebert gave it 3.5 out of 4 stars. The film won Acapulco Black Film Festival's Best Film Award in 1998, the Outstanding Motion Picture Award from NAACP Image Awards in 1998, and a Grammy for Best Song Written Specifically for a Motion Picture ("A Song for Mama") also in 1998. Not to mention several nominations and awards for the actors and actresses starring in the film as well.

Both movies feature prominent actors in the Black community: Jamie Foxx, Nia Long, Tamala Jones, and Vivica A. Fox, who stars in both movies.

Black films are a significant part of our culture, and here at the University of Iowa's Special Collection & Archives, we are working to collect more of this piece of history for our students and faculty to study. More can be found in our Black Film and Television Collection which contains scripts, lobby cards, posters, and other ephemeral works from the silent age, race films of the 1930s through the 1950s, Blaxploitation films of the 1970s, and films from the 1990s and 2000s.

--Matrice Y., Special Collections, Olson Graduate Assistant.

#uiowa #libraries #university of iowa #uiowaspecialcollections #voicesfromthestacks #african american history #black history #blackhistorymonth #black history month #black actress #black actor #archives #special collections

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Esta semana, diez peliculas de la decada pasada.

El odio que das (George Tillman Jr, 2018)

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jamesrodayrodriguezpresents · 1 year

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Adapted from Kwame Alexander's novel-in-verse, the series features LeBron James among its producers and a cast led by Derek Luke and Sabrina Revelle.

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The Crossover doesn’t always know how to translate the unique style of Alexander’s novel, but even when the poetry doesn’t make it to the screen, what’s consistently evident is the writer’s love for language. Josh is a vocabulary nerd and the show’s directors, including George Tillman Jr. and Psych veteran James Roday Rodriguez, use his florid verbiage as an opportunity for both education and visual flourishes that may be contagious for some young viewers.

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BIG GEORGE FOREMAN (2023)

Starring Khris Davis, Jasmine Mathews, John Magaro, Sullivan Jones, Lawrence Gilliard Jr., Sonja Sohn, Forest Whitaker, Shein Mompremier, John Magaro, Matthew Glave, Sam Trammell, Erica Tazel, Jasmine Mathews, Al Sapienza, Judd Lormand, Deion Smith, Ryan Reinike, Billy Slaughter, Eric Hanson, Deneen Tyler and Miles Doleac.

Screenplay by Frank Baldwin & George Tillman Jr.

Directed by George Tillman Jr.

Distributed by Sony Pictures Classics. 133 minutes. Rated PG-13.

Nowadays, George Foreman is thought of mostly as a sweet and slightly goofy reality TV guy. (Also as the guy who named five of his sons George, and one daughter Georgetta.) However, he was a pioneer in sport; the only person ever to win the heavyweight boxing championship twice, over 20 years apart. (And this was back when winning the heavyweight boxing championship actually meant something.)

Of course, even the two championships showed very different incarnations of Big George. In 1972, when he first shocked Smoking Joe Frazier to win the belt, he was a stud – a fit, trim, angry man with a punch which could stop a bull. However, his upward momentum was halted a couple of years later by Muhammed Ali, who cemented his own comeback by taking the championship away from Foreman.

By the time he made his unlikely comeback in the 1990s, Foreman was a completely changed man. He had found religion, becoming a minister. He had all of his earnings embezzled and had worked hard to get his financial house back in order. He hadn’t fought – or even trained – for over a decade. He was aging, a bit overweight, out of shape, and had lost much of his anger, replacing it with faith and hope. And he was no longer so serious and grim, showing an offbeat and slightly silly sense of humor. But he still had that killer punch.

Khris Davis, who plays the boxer in this biopic, told me recently that he didn’t know Foreman’s story before getting the role. In fact, he was barely aware of the boxer at all. “I didn't know much about him, except for the fact that he was the hurdle that Ali had to get over…,” Davis said. “… And I knew him as the grill guy from the commercial.”

So, since you have to be well into your 40s to not think of George Foreman as a grill huckster, maybe it is time to give another look at his legacy. The film Big George Foreman does an uneven, but fairly decent job at reclaiming his importance in boxing.

It sometimes takes its subject way too seriously, as can be gleaned by just reading the entire verbose and overhyped official title of the film: Big George Foreman: The Miraculous Story of the Once and Future Heavyweight Champion of the World. (Future Heavyweight Champion? Unless he’s planning on another comeback attempt in his 70s or 80s, that isn’t going to happen.)

The film also does tend to get a bit too heavy on religion in the second half. I mean, I had honestly forgotten that Foreman had become a minister. I’m glad he found peace in his faith. It is definitely an important part of the man’s story. However, eventually Big George Foreman tends to get a little bit preachy during these sections.

Sadly, the film also tends to neuter the lighthearted, funny man he became on TV and in interviews in his later years. (Check out the totally surreal travel reality series Better Late Than Never he did with William Shatner, Terry Bradshaw and Henry Winkler like five to ten years ago.)

And hell, the George Foreman Grill is only mentioned in passing a few times in the film.

That said, when Big George Foreman is focusing on the man’s life and his boxing career, it is rather fascinating sports bio and does a good job of arguing that Foreman was one of the icons of the sweet science. “I think if Ali hadn't been there, we'd be calling George Foreman the greatest fighter of all time,” Davis told me.

The early years, from childhood through the miliary, the Olympics, and his early years as a pro, his cheating first marriage and his financial implosion are pretty fascinating stuff. As is his eventual late-in-life comeback.

Khris Davis does an impressive job as the champ throughout most of his life (Austin Davis Jones plays him as a teen). In fact, Davis went above and beyond to put on significant weight and basically becoming nearly unrecognizable to play Big George in his later years, much like Robert De Niro’s transformation as Jake LaMotta from young man to old in Raging Bull. Forest Whitaker as his trainer and Sonja Sohn as George’s religious mom also do amazing work here.

Let’s face it, George Foreman had such a fascinating life there is no way this film could not be interesting. Big George Foreman doesn’t punch out of its class, like its inspiration did, but it’s a very watchable, if slightly pedestrian, sports bio.

Jay S. Jacobs