A rushed release for a less-than-recognizable Holiday flick starring a dead singer. Heaven help us.
By addressing the Trayvon Martin shooting with a racial tone, the real problem is being overlooked.
Destined to become benign, mid-afternoon BET fodder.
Mario “The Kiss of Death” Van Peebles strikes again with a half-assed attempt at honoring Black History.
Quite possibly the best movie to ever bear the Stage 6 Films logo.
Avoid this movie like the plague. It’s not even secure enough to be insecure, after all.
If you are at all interested in what's happening to New York or any urban landscape, pick up Store Front, and a Gem Spa egg cream, while you can.
Exciting. Vibrant. Dynamic. Artistic.
Take a bite of Discord's Apple from Carrie Vaughn
Lesson learned: practice what you preach — and quit making shitty movies.