Oh One More Thing.......

Okay, I promise this is the last post for today.

I just read the review for Spike Lee's new movie "She Hate Me" and I want y'all to go pay y'all $7.50 and go peep that.

I love me some bug looking Spike Lee!  Here's the review below:

Review: 'She Hate Me' Is Self-Indulgent
By CHRISTY LEMIRE AP Entertainment Writer
"She Hate Me" is every inch a Spike Lee movie: a celebration of the things he loves (Brooklyn, jazz, sports) and a tirade against the things he hates (corporate greed, bad rap music, George W. Bush), all of which are easy targets.
Indeed, several lines in the script seem to have been plucked from the speeches he's been making on college campuses for the past year or so: "Why do all these rappers think they're gangsters?" "Why are there more African-American males in prison than in college?"
Good questions — and ones that Lee, as director and co-writer (with Michael Genet), touches on only briefly in his attempt to encompass a multitude of themes and ideas.
Wordy, preachy, overlong and self-indulgent, "She Hate Me" is also admirably ambitious and, at times, extremely funny.
The title alone is good for a laugh — a play on He Hate Me, the nickname Carolina Panthers running back Rod Smart took for himself back in his XFL days. Here, it's the nickname Jack Armstrong (Anthony Mackie), a fired biotech executive, gives his ex-fiancee, Fatima (Kerry Washington), who left him years ago when she realized she was a lesbian.
Jack loses his job after blowing the whistle on his bosses (an overly brassy Ellen Barkin and Woody Harrelson, the real-life environmental activist ironically combed and costumed to resemble Hitler youth). Jack had discovered that the company tried to get FDA approval for its new AIDS drug by lying about test results and shredding documents.
His finances have been frozen and he needs money. He's under investigation by the Securities and Exchange Commission so he can't get another job.
Enter Fatima, who wants to have a baby in tandem with her Dominican girlfriend (Dania Ramirez), whom Jack bitterly dubs "Miss Manny Ramirez." Each woman will pay him $5,000 cash to impregnate her.
He's reluctant but the money is sitting there in front of him — and in no time, so are many other lesbian friends of Fatima's who'd also like to have children but don't want to go to a sperm bank.
The high-farce sequence that follows is the best part of the whole film. Educated, successful women of various sizes, ethnic backgrounds and sexual neuroses demand to inspect the merchandise before plunking down their five grand — sort of like looking under the hood before driving off with a used car (and judging by their reactions, Jack's machinery is a formidable sight to behold). Then they all demand what they paid for, right there that night, even though some of them have never been intimate with a man before.
Soon Fatima is running the sperm service like a shrewd businesswoman, bringing in new clients and taking a cut of Jack's earnings. With the help of Viagra and Red Bull, he ends up impregnating 18 women, one of whom is expecting twins (Monica Bellucci in an absurd yet strangely poignant scene in which she truly believes she feels the moment of conception).
If this story line had constituted the entirety of Lee's film, he would have been just fine. He's broached some relevant topics that demand discussion: what it takes to become a mother later in life after having put career first, and the unique challenges gay parents face. He also raises the question of what it means exactly to be a father, as Jack wonders how much responsibility he should take in these babies' lives.
But then Lee veers all over the place, including back to Jack's childhood home in Brooklyn, where he watches his parents (Jim Brown and Lonette McKee) argue and drift further apart. He also stages his own version of what happened during the Watergate break-in, with all the key figures assembling merrily in a parking garage. One of them is an actor playing President Nixon while wearing a Nixon mask, as if he were a bank robber from "Point Break."
The film also must return eventually to the SEC investigation of Jack and his former company, if only to give Jack the opportunity to deliver an impassioned, indignant speech before a Senate committee.
(One of these little detours, though, is hilariously worthwhile. John Turturro plays Bellucci's father, a mob boss who sends his thugs to bring him the man who has fathered his grandchildren, and when they meet he does a startlingly accurate impression of Marlon Brando in "The Godfather.")
For every charming small moment like this, there are far more scenes of overblown, self-satisfied drama. Having Jack throw a tantrum at the bank when he's denied access to his money isn't enough; his screams must compete with the trumpet of Terence Blanchard's score. And that, too, is typical Spike Lee.
"She Hate Me," a Sony Pictures Classics release, is rated R for strong graphic sexuality/nudity, language and a scene of violence. Running time: 138 minutes. Two stars out of four.

I'm mad as hell, the critic gave him two stars out of four.  Stupid heffa.

Y'all go support my nigga Spike.  Also, if y'all want to get on my good side, my birthday coming up and stuff, gone ahead and make me happy by buying "Bamboozled" for a sista.

I'm out.  I promise this time.