I know I'm a day late and a few dollars short of this review, especially since I'd seen it the second day of its national opening. However, I still wanted to share my thoughts with you guys because I feel there are some very poignant things about that the film, which need to be shared. If not for your benefit but mines:
It has been almost a year since I last spoken to my best friend.
It was September 12 – I remember the exact day because it was two days after my birthday, which my best friend of almost 20 years, forgot. Despite reminding her a week prior of what I wanted to do for my 33rd, I didn’t get a telephone call, a card, not even an email or text on my day. Instead I spent my birthday night with an acquaintance, which I didn’t know very well but was done to hang out with me at a party, later that evening.
My best friend’s lapse of birthday appreciation probably wouldn’t have bothered me so much if it hadn’t become a common occurrence during the last few years of our relationship. My friend was beginning to make a habit of bailing on me, sometimes at the very last second. Like on my 30th birthday. Who doesn’t like to celebrate this milestone with a bang? Well I didn’t. I had really planned to have a low-key 30th, perhaps dinner at a restaurant.
“Nawh. This is your 30th and you only turn 30 once. We got to do it big.” Those were her words. She had hyped me up so much with big plans for club hopping in pretty dresses in an overnight trip to NYC that I couldn’t wait. Anyway, at the very last minute, and I mean the last minute (as in four hours until our departure), she called me to say that she had just realized that she had bills to pay and probably shouldn’t be spending any extra money.
“But a friend of mines is having a Bar-Be-Que and there are going to be drinks, so why don’t we just go there.”
Fuck you and that damn Bar-B-Que. I was over and done with her then and I had stopped speaking to her for a good two years. That cycle had repeated itself too many times afterwards for me to continue to ignore. Don’t get me wrong, I love my best friend to death and I really do miss her. And she does have a lot of good qualities too (like the time she sent me flowers when I was sick). But I would be lying if I didn’t say that there aren’t any hurt feelings. And right now, I can say unequivocally that I don’t think she really values our friendship enough to continue on.
…Which brings me to Beats, Rhymes and Life: The Travels of A Tribe Called Quest.
It has been almost a year since I last spoken to my best friend.
It was September 12 – I remember the exact day because it was two days after my birthday, which my best friend of almost 20 years, forgot. Despite reminding her a week prior of what I wanted to do for my 33rd, I didn’t get a telephone call, a card, not even an email or text on my day. Instead I spent my birthday night with an acquaintance, which I didn’t know very well but was done to hang out with me at a party, later that evening.
My best friend’s lapse of birthday appreciation probably wouldn’t have bothered me so much if it hadn’t become a common occurrence during the last few years of our relationship. My friend was beginning to make a habit of bailing on me, sometimes at the very last second. Like on my 30th birthday. Who doesn’t like to celebrate this milestone with a bang? Well I didn’t. I had really planned to have a low-key 30th, perhaps dinner at a restaurant.
“Nawh. This is your 30th and you only turn 30 once. We got to do it big.” Those were her words. She had hyped me up so much with big plans for club hopping in pretty dresses in an overnight trip to NYC that I couldn’t wait. Anyway, at the very last minute, and I mean the last minute (as in four hours until our departure), she called me to say that she had just realized that she had bills to pay and probably shouldn’t be spending any extra money.
“But a friend of mines is having a Bar-Be-Que and there are going to be drinks, so why don’t we just go there.”
Fuck you and that damn Bar-B-Que. I was over and done with her then and I had stopped speaking to her for a good two years. That cycle had repeated itself too many times afterwards for me to continue to ignore. Don’t get me wrong, I love my best friend to death and I really do miss her. And she does have a lot of good qualities too (like the time she sent me flowers when I was sick). But I would be lying if I didn’t say that there aren’t any hurt feelings. And right now, I can say unequivocally that I don’t think she really values our friendship enough to continue on.
…Which brings me to Beats, Rhymes and Life: The Travels of A Tribe Called Quest.
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