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sabIt is really important that everyone download and watch the Black White pilot right now. I am currently seeding on the Black.White.S01E01.xvid-orenji.torrent torrent that is up on mininova; I don't know the etiquette of hotlinking to torrent sites, but it's there.
Dude, I laughed, I cried, does not even begin to cover it. I thought I was incapable of being surprised by television, I really did. This is the kind of tremendous thing you want to be a part of.
First, the white family is the absolute perfect choice for this sort of arrangement, the hyper-liberal overintellectual kind, from Santa Monica, for god's sake, who are so eager to learn and explore their feelings of racism in -- such a familiar way, dammit! -- this inquisitive, almost oppressively hyperintellectualized way. As a white chick, I am in fact incapable of describing it without using exactly those words, because that is. Just exactly who I would be. In Carmen -- so ready to embrace her civil rights roots and her protohippie touchy-feely instincts, and I think I like her. She's being honest, trying hard to be, anyway, and the first thing she said when she saw her husband in black makeup was, "you look like a nice man." Which, he does, in a Belafonte-esque way, but is also such a...charmingly provincial and sort of adorable, very honest response, I thought. SHE, in black face, was a babe. I hope we get her story next week.
Rose at the poetry slam was so hard to watch, even through my fingers, but I have never seen this on television before -- I have never had the opportunity to see this in life before -- and it is tremendous. Oh, my god. I just.
Bruno is exactly as infuriating as Brian says he is, and yet we all know Bruno, the guy who thinks that, regardless of race, acting rich is what matters. Which is why it's difficult that this show is set in LA -- having these guys shop in Beverly Hills just made them look like a couple of rich black guys shopping in Beverly Hills, and it didn't matter their race, as long as they wore designer labels -- which they did -- they got good service. I do wonder what would have happened if we set them afloat in the supposed white enclave where Brian has his bar, but that place is too frightening to even imagine. Yet again proving how dumb I am, and I live here.
Renee and the kid -- Nick -- are going to run into some adventures in the vernacular, as Rose foretold, I bet, but the truth is -- once again, in LA -- hip hop culture is such that it is not entirely uncommon to see all sorts of white kids tromping around talking just exactly the same as Nick or Renee.
There are elements of the show that are definitely constructed, like the job interview at the bar or Rose's invitation to the poetry slam, but how else is Ice Cube going to get those kinds of wheels in motion on a reality show schedule? And so we will choose also to ignore that it is LA, where everyone will just think everyone is Latino, which would require an entirely new family and a whole other show.
I loved it and cannot wait for next week.
Dude, I laughed, I cried, does not even begin to cover it. I thought I was incapable of being surprised by television, I really did. This is the kind of tremendous thing you want to be a part of.
First, the white family is the absolute perfect choice for this sort of arrangement, the hyper-liberal overintellectual kind, from Santa Monica, for god's sake, who are so eager to learn and explore their feelings of racism in -- such a familiar way, dammit! -- this inquisitive, almost oppressively hyperintellectualized way. As a white chick, I am in fact incapable of describing it without using exactly those words, because that is. Just exactly who I would be. In Carmen -- so ready to embrace her civil rights roots and her protohippie touchy-feely instincts, and I think I like her. She's being honest, trying hard to be, anyway, and the first thing she said when she saw her husband in black makeup was, "you look like a nice man." Which, he does, in a Belafonte-esque way, but is also such a...charmingly provincial and sort of adorable, very honest response, I thought. SHE, in black face, was a babe. I hope we get her story next week.
Rose at the poetry slam was so hard to watch, even through my fingers, but I have never seen this on television before -- I have never had the opportunity to see this in life before -- and it is tremendous. Oh, my god. I just.
Bruno is exactly as infuriating as Brian says he is, and yet we all know Bruno, the guy who thinks that, regardless of race, acting rich is what matters. Which is why it's difficult that this show is set in LA -- having these guys shop in Beverly Hills just made them look like a couple of rich black guys shopping in Beverly Hills, and it didn't matter their race, as long as they wore designer labels -- which they did -- they got good service. I do wonder what would have happened if we set them afloat in the supposed white enclave where Brian has his bar, but that place is too frightening to even imagine. Yet again proving how dumb I am, and I live here.
Renee and the kid -- Nick -- are going to run into some adventures in the vernacular, as Rose foretold, I bet, but the truth is -- once again, in LA -- hip hop culture is such that it is not entirely uncommon to see all sorts of white kids tromping around talking just exactly the same as Nick or Renee.
There are elements of the show that are definitely constructed, like the job interview at the bar or Rose's invitation to the poetry slam, but how else is Ice Cube going to get those kinds of wheels in motion on a reality show schedule? And so we will choose also to ignore that it is LA, where everyone will just think everyone is Latino, which would require an entirely new family and a whole other show.
I loved it and cannot wait for next week.
