
Pretty people in love. Yay!
SPOILER ALERT: Plot details about a 9-year-old movie.
One of the best things about being home sick, besides all that attractive hacking and coughing, is getting to enjoy my pay cable channels in the middle of the day, when they play random movies I’d forgotten about. And between NyQuil naps, I like to reacquaint myself with them over a bowl of soup and a box of tissues. And also my cat, who gets anxious that my presence is wrecking whatever dastardly things she does when I’m not around. I’m onto you, furry beast.
Today’s movie was 2002′s “Brown Sugar,” a cute, if sorta light, rom-com that I saw when I first came to the Palm Beach Post. It had all of my requirements – romance, Taye Diggs, a great soundtrack and Taye Diggs. You might remember this from the Sanaa Lathan era, when black people got to star in romantic comedies without sassy grandmas in drag and such, but with plenty of middle class folks with nice homes and good jobs, and it wasn’t about gangsters or violence or hos. (Not preaching. Just saying.)
It’s pretty obvious from the time the credits roll that Sid (Lathan) and Dre (Taye), two lifelong friends in love with hip-hop and, secretly, each other, are gonna wind up together. That’s what happens in these movies. But I liked that it was about something besides goofy single women and the hot men they’re obviously into – the shared love of hip-hop. It celebrated the poetry and the art of the words and their marriage with the beat, the memories of standing on a street corner watching guys that looked just like you create a symphony with just their minds and their mouths. And it was openly disdainful of ‘ho and gun music. Gotta love that.
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