White Trash food, canning, pies, beets, turkey, bread pudding, asparagus, potlucks, sweet potatoes, rhubarb, spinach, Easter bunnies, jellybeans, ice cream, apricots, and dog food served as paté
3:58 p.m., Feb. 19
My invitation to the San Diego Black Film Festival got delivered to the crazy squatter who lives in my front yard by mistake, so I missed last night's opening films, including two of the festival's Big 8. (The Big 8 are "our pick of what we believe will be the 8 biggest films of the festival in terms of strength and subject matter. Essentially, if a film makes this list, you can rest assured of its powerful subject matter, film quality, and blockbuster feel.") Happily, David Elliott made mention of Joe Frazier: When the Smoke Clears in his column this week.
(Great line from Foreman: "Now, boxing has always been, go to the lowest of the lower-class people and find the cream of the crop, and raise it up.")
Alas, I also missed Hopelessly in June, a film that is not afraid to use the record-scratch when its trailer introduces the Dude-Mom. Still - Affromations!
And I missed Ties that Bind, a film billed as "the African Waiting to Exhale." Actually, it looks like a little bit more than that:
Tonight, showing at 7:30 p.m., is Bad Friday: Rastafari After Coral Gardens. (Tickets available here.) The film "focuses on a community of Rastafarians in western Jamaica who annually commemorate the 1963 Coral Gardens 'incident,' a moment just after independence when the Jamaican government rounded up, jailed and tortured hundreds of Rastafarians. It chronicles the history of violence in Jamaica through the eyes of its most iconic community, and shows how people use their recollections of past traumas to imagine new possibilities for a collective future," concluding with "a discussion of reparations, both broadly and specifically."