Ah gots t’say, fum where I’m standin’, dat big sign on de hill reads “HonkyWood”, no matta’ which way.
By SheepOverboard Film Reviewer, Brud Broder
Unlikes beat, ya’ kin count on de fin’ers uh one hand films bo’n uh de depds uh African-American culture.
Fo’ de fust half uh last century, in de greatest film industry in de wo’ld, brother folks wuz played even by honkys wearin’ brother makeup. And if some real broda’ (o’ moder, fo’ dat) wuz t’appear, dey would be some servant, doo’man, kickershine boy, o’ whutever.
Not till de eighties and nineties dun did broders become giants uh de industry, and da damn Negro culture start t’bust drough de venea’ of sameness dat coated every effo’t t’genuinely depict our culture ‘n comoonity.
Dough ah’ gots’ta snatch mah’ fedora off t’dem, broders Murphy, Smid, Wuzhin’ton, Freeman, Jackston, Glover, Berry, Cosby, Goldberg and Snipes, dey is still playin’ brothers playin’ honky parts - even when dey is playin’ waaay downtrodden brother folk, de studios end down digtin’ dem t’play waaay downtrodden brother fold fo’ honky folk’s ‘espectashuns.
