What's up. It's Tuesday the 17th, and I'm sitting at home chillin'.
Tomorrow Malcolm X does the debut thing and I'm zeroing in on a 3:15 pm showing with Caroline Philson for a paltry matinee-bargain $3.50 at the plush Plaza Theatre in scenic outskirts Chapel Hill.
N'Gai says he's going to wait until Thanksgiving to see it with Erica.
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It's now Friday, the 20th of November, and your letter isn't done yet.
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Wednesday, I drove Pedigo back to Winston Salem, where we met up with his mother and brother. Then I busted ass to get to Chapel Hill in time to go see Malcolm X with C-line.
X was great, I think this is obviously Spike's opus, and he remained true to the story. I do think he could have made sure Malcolm was shown giving more excerpts from some of his last speeches, really hammering home the timelessness and inspiring nature of his words as he was progressing to more and more radical, non-racist, economic and political analyses of the plight of black people in this country. I hope people get a sense of that from the movie even as it stands, because that seems to me to be its only flaw.
- Letter to Dana, 11/20/92
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