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Defending The Indefensible: Great White Hype

By Dork Shelf

The Great White Hype

It might seem like a tenuous connection at best on first glance, but for those looking for a great way to prepare for the thematic message of Quentin Tarantino’s Django Unchained aside from overdosing on Sergio Corbucci’s bleak Spaghetti Westerns, there’s a funnier alternative that was directed in 1996 by one of QT’s producers on his latest project, starring two of the biggest stars in that film as part of a massive ensemble cast, deals with racism in a strikingly similar manner, and also manages to be one of the most underrated sports comedies of all time.

Producer and director Reginald Hudlin first became a noted filmmaker back when he was attending Harvard University when he created an award winning short film called House Party. That same film would be picked up by New Line Cinema and remade into a feature length megahit by the same name with rap dup Kid and Play in the leads. The job led to him directing the Eddie Murphy vehicle Boomerang (which still stands as one of the tipping point in Eddie’s career before moving on to more genteel fare), and his successes afforded him the ability to go a lot grander on his next project.

Set against the backdrop of professional boxing with a screenplay by Ron Shelton (Bull Durham, White Men Can’t Jump) and Tony Hendra, The Great White Hype came hot on the heels of a much publicized joke of a real life fight between a fresh out of prison Mike Tyson and some random ass white guy named “Hurricane” Peter McNeeley from Massachusetts who probably had no business ever being in the ring with the former champ. McNeely got over-hyped and threatened to wrap Tyson in a “cocoon of horror” and white America lost their shit. Here was a clean cut white boy who was going to beat up a former prisoner and the baddest man on the planet! Don King promoted the fight like it was Jesus fighting Satan with broken glass taped to their fists in an Outback Steakhouse. It was one of the highest grossing fights of all time… and it was over in less than two minutes.

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Taking a healthy dose of inspiration as to what infamous fight promoter Don King had made of the sport of boxing, Hudlin landed an all star cast to tell a similar, satirical version of the same incident that looked to talk a bit about racism. Before he became the (now former) president of BET in 2005 and before he lampooned himself openly as a producer of the groundbreaking animated series The Boondocks, Hudlin had made a film that was too far ahead of its time to really be a financial success. It debuted at number four at the box office and sank like a stone shortly after, making just barely over $8 million. Reviews on The Great White Hype were mixed and Hudlin’s star as a director faded slightly with him going on to help things like Serving Sara and The Ladies Man, but looking back now, he was really onto something.

One doesn’t need to look further than the opening seconds of Hudlin’s film to see an obvious comparison to the same sort of racial satire that’s on display in Django Unchained. There are two black scorpions shown in a close up fighting to the death in the middle of the desert outside Las Vegas. Just as one of them seems to have the battle won, an enormous, shiny, and new Cadillac Brougham squashes them both dead under its wheels without even thinking about what happened.

The plot set-up generally follows the McNeely debacle to a T, minus the whole champ being in prison thing and using real names so they didn’t get sued. Turban wearing boxing promoter and loud mouth Reverend Fred Sultan (Samuel L. Jackson, still riding high on his Pulp Fiction success) can mind fuck even the best and brightest simply by repeating “I love you” and “You’re my brother!” The power he wields is clear and he disingenuously prays to every deity there possibly is, and sports a turban to cover up his blonde, Uncle-Tom-ish haircut.

He represents the heavyweight champion of the world James “The Grim Reaper” Roper (Damon Wayans, in one of his best performances), who just isn’t the draw he used to be. Undefeated in 38 fights, Sultan has built his product up far too heavily. Gate earnings and pay-per-view bounties have taken a nose dive, and he can’t even afford to pay the already pissed off champ what’s owed to him. The idea is presented to Sultan that there needs to finally be a white chump to fall to Roper instead of just watching him destroy more black people since fights with white boxers in main events have always meant bigger paydays for everyone involved.

The patsy they discover after some creative searching is Cleveland grunge rocker Terry Conklin (Battleship and Friday Night Lights director Peter Berg). He was a former Golden Glove winning amateur, is dumb as a stump, and was the only person who was able to knock out the former champ when both were coming up. Now a sensitive, goofy looking Buddhist, Sultan makes the young man a deal for $10 million that he can give to, in Conklin’s own words, “eradicating the homeless population and poverty situation in America, as well as the United States.”

On the surface, the social satire seems pretty obvious, but there’s a lot more going on in Hudlin’s film than just the main plotline to make things interesting. Documentarian Mitchell Kane (Jeff Goldblum, showing off how great he can be doing comedy) originally sets out to take down Sultan by way of an expose, but ends up becoming the promoter’s PR guy instead after his old hype man (a nicely understated Jon Lovitz) can’t put any good spin on what they’ve set up. Through Goldblum’s character the audience gets to see first hand how Sultan can butter someone up into taking a bribe, and how the power behind his advances are far more devastating than any potential gains from the person taking the bribe.

Roper and Sultan have also been openly ducking the true number one contender for the title, Marvin Shabazz (Michael Jace) for no real good reason other than to flat out ensure that the title never changes hands. Shabazz comes with his own personal hype man and mouthpiece, played by Django Unchained leading man Jamie Foxx as a camera shy shill who desperately wants to groom himself into a new version of Sultan.

Terry takes his work seriously, working with a professional trainer (Jonathan Rhys-Davies) who tries in vein to get him to become a racist to anger him since his talent level isn’t up to snuff. (His attempt to make the pacifist Terry seem like a beast to a black sparring partner by making him wear a confederate flag shit is one of the film’s slyest throwaway gags.) He’s only there because the owner of the casino housing the fight (Corbin Bernsen) and the head of the boxing commission (Cheech Marin) are both on his payroll. Terry even goes along with everyone saying he’s Irish just to sell more tickets (because if you’re a white boxer, you must be Irish). That joke becomes even funnier because most of the time when music plays him into a room some smartass starts playing Scottish bagpipes.

There’s a whole lot going on here to keep it all straight, but the script and direction are tightly constructed enough to make it work, but the real glue that holds the film together are the performances from the three leads working well within the crazy world that they seem to have constructed on their own.

In Django Unchained, Jackson delivers one of the best performances of his career as a house slave working in the employ of Leonardo DiCaprio’s boy emperor plantation owner during the final years of the antebellum southern US. In that film, Jackson plays a parrot on the shoulder of a more powerful man, but one with an unbeatable level of power among his fellow slaves due to his close relationship to the true mastermind. Sure, he’ll sell out his own kind to get ahead, but it’s a method of self-preservation that’s served him well over his almost 80 year career.

In The Great White Hype, Jackson delivers another one of his career best performances in the slave master role, and in many ways it’s even flashier than the one DiCaprio gets to play in Tarantino’s picture. Sultan has a harem of lackeys from every race and religion that would simply fall to their knees whenever he snaps his fingers. He’s the man who gets what he wants because everyone fears him; they begrudgingly respect him because they’re all opportunists themselves who see him as the true ideal of what they could be themselves, and because he’s mastered the art of psychological manipulation.

Sultan is the runner of the Mandingo fights in Hudlin’s film. He hasn’t gotten bored or sick of them, but they’ve been becoming less profitable. To maintain his power the money has to keep coming in to facilitate his deals. Instead of paying Roper, he just orders his staff to buy him two more cars. He talks down a frustrated, gun toting Shabazz by offering him a car. He offer’s Marin’s commissioner money, sex, and drugs to give Conklin a bullshit ranking to ensure a title fight, which he declines and says he wants power instead. Sultan, with Jackson’s most cold blooded line reading in the movie, simply says “fuck you” and the stooge in a suit is forced to acquiesce to the intimidation.

Jackson gets his most open opposition in the form of Goldblum’s tarnished idealist, and their relationship isn’t like anything else in the film. The cheekily monikered Kane knows a lot of secret factual information about Sultan, and while he’s clearly done his research, within two seconds of their first encounter in a steam bath and spa Sultan has already sized up and analysed who this reporter is. He’s not an idealist, but a shill out to make a name for himself by going after a high profile target. It seems like it isn’t the first time someone had tried that, and Kane emerges from the room with a job offer that he quickly takes to betray his ideals. The seed was also placed by Sultan at the exact same time to eventually have Kane become so seduced by this newfound sense of power that he has a tragic way of cutting him loose now that he’s no longer making the documentary.

On his own, Goldblum gets the chance to play a part early on in Hudlin’s slight, but amusing potshots at the artifice of documentary filmmaking. A scene with him attempting to interview Jace and Foxx underlines quite nicely just what a rube he truly is. The awkward pause Goldblum has become known for over the years would be put to excellent use here in a performance sure to appeal to fans of the actor.

As the pugilists, Berg doesn’t have to do a heck of a whole lot except play Terry as a potentially brain damaged dumbass that says more inappropriately stupid things than he probably should, but it’s hard not to feel for the guy as he actually himself becomes corrupted by what he sees around him. He never abandons his social morals, but he becomes just as cocky as the champion; an aggressive shit talker with not much to back up his words outside of an admittedly killer overhand right hook.

Wayans on the other hand gets used a bit more sparingly and wisely. He has his own entourage that will gladly kiss his ass, but he’s definitely the lone wolf who has stopped caring about his prey. His training for the joke of a fight thanks to his frustration at not being paid consists of downing pints of ice cream and smoking while doing push-ups. He’s constantly admonishing his own long suffering trainer that his “blackness will beat him.” Sultan’s pretty convinced of it, as well, but none of it matters since Roper refuses to even see Sultan or come to anything on time because he isn’t getting compensated for it. He doesn’t even get angry enough to show up for the fight until someone shuts off his inspirational tape of Dolemite. He knows he’s being used and he’s trying to fight back in his own way. Wayans doesn’t play Roper as a smart-ass, but as a deadly serious misanthrope who never smiles, but he probably finds everything going on pretty funny.

Much like The Boondocks, Hudlin peppers the film with wall to wall jokes while calling bullshit on the glitz and glamour of the fight game, equating it to something perfectly unwinnable and to a backhanded form of indentured servitude. It’s hard now to see why such a film came and went so quickly from theatres, especially considering that the four films that beat it out in its opening weekend didn’t have nearly the same amount of smarts. Maybe people thought it just cut too close to the bone despite the cast or maybe it’s because that all boxing films with the exception of Rocky have been box office poison. Either way, the time is ripe for a rexamination of this one.

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How To Die Alone With All Fifteen of Your Cats

From Danielle Belton’s The Black Snob

One. Get 15 cats.

Two. Keep reading articles like these.

"Black women are in market failure," says writer Karyn Langhorne Folan. "The solution is to find a new market for your commodity. And in this case, we are the commodity and the new market is men of other races."

Market failure? I didn’t realize black women were GM stock! Black women! The Detroit of womenfolks!

When my cyber play cousin AverageBro sent me this article my first reaction was to throw up my hands screaming, do a Luvvie-patented "wall slide," then curl up in a corner and cry. Not that these articles depress me because my personal solution to the so-called black marriage crisis is to not worry about it. (Hooked on "Marriage Panic!" did not work for me!) So no. It more so bothers me that these articles seemed to have escaped from the reservations of black female angst — your pages of Essence and Ebony — and have trickled out of periodical plantation and are now storming the gates at every conceivable mass media outlet.

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Acclaimed Author Steven Barnes on Avatar

A gentleman referred me to his website, upon which there is an essay stating that "Avatar" triggered a sense of guilt about being white. Saw it as a condemnation of the military, and of corporations. Really? This gentleman needs to love himself more, accept himself more deeply. Criticizing behaviors, or writing cautionary tales about the excesses of a group or organization is not the same as condemning it.

But that is exactly how many people feel. And that is not mature behavior. Unfortunately, society doesn’t really encourage us to be adults (which is an observation or criticism, not a condemnation of society. Sheesh.) I mean, if I tell Jason he’s done something wrong, his poor little heart lurches to the conclusion that he must be a BAD BOY. This is one of the reasons that I will stand him in front of a mirror, have him look at himself and say "I like myself!"

This is horribly hard for him at first, but when he gets into it, there are joyous giggles. Oddly (not really) discipline and criticism are taken MUCH better for the rest of the day–I can point out a non-optimal behavior without him leaping to the conclusion that if he isn’t the best boy in the world, he must be the worst.

And I think that a huge percentage of people live in such a binary world. If America isn’t clearly the best on every issue, all the time…you must be saying America is AWFUL. If racial group X has abused its power, or segments of it are organized in patterns inefficient for producing stable social/family units…why, I must be CONDEMING it. They’re the worst!

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Jimi Izrael on the Black Women Not Getting Married Crisis

from his formspring account http://formspring.me/jimiiizrael:

What do you think of the media’s current focus on black women not being married?

I think it has reached a fever-pitch. I think the approach to the story/problem, to this point, has been counter-intuitive.

To wit:

If black men were as messed up as conventional wisdom (Essence Magazine) would have you believe, then they would not be attractive to any prospective partner. Yet, they manage to do ok in the marriage/dating pool. This idea that black women are loyal to the race and therefore only want to marry black men is ridiculous. It doesn’t pass the smell test. There are ALOT of sisters w/white boys. So Obviously, they are a viable alternative. But even some white boys don’t want to be bothered. Everyone, in fact, seems to fair better than black women in relationships — why is this? I don’t know, and I don’t pretend to know.

The stats are interesting, but they don’t tell us some important things. Like, this 42% of black women who won’t/don’t get married — are they heterosexual? Do they even WANT to be married? And once you count out the women who don’t like men, who are under-educated, who have multitple babies by multiple (3 or more) men, are the rest even marriageble? If these practical matters be the criteria, that is. This does not account for all the angry post-feminism black "feminists," who are only marginally eligible, if that. Gender, in and of itself, does not make you wife material. Once you weed through the numbers, you realize that the ratio of marriage black men to marriage black women? ABOUT EVEN.

I think there is something happening in the socialization of some, SOME black women that hobbles their marriageablity — and I talk about that a bit in my book "The Denzel Principle." I don’t have any answers, but I try to give you alot to think about.

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Preparing Our Sons for the Game of Life

FYI.  Applies to sons and daughters.
 
Preparing our sons for the game of life.(Executive Memo)(Essay)
Black Enterprise – June 1, 2009
Earl G., Jr. Graves


I have often been amazed by the amount of time and energy many parents invest in their sons’ athletic careers. They attend all the games, travel hundreds of miles to take them to tournaments, and scold them if they slack off during practice drills. However, those same parental cheerleaders are often missing in action when it comes to educational oversight. They may spend hundreds of hours in the bleachers, but they don’t take 60 minutes to review their children’s academic standing.

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