I Got Bamboozled By Spike Lee (This Ain't MovieFone)
In case you didn't realize, this year marks the 20th anniversary of Spike Lee’s classic film, Do the Right Thing. In honor of this milestone, a couple of New York natives have come together to pay tribute to the noted director with a host of events throughout his hometown of Brooklyn over the course of the next few days (CLICK HERE for info). They’ve even set up a great site called WheresMars.com. The name refers to Spike’s iconic character, Mars Blackmon, who he made famous in his breakout film, She’s Gotta Have It, and popular Nike ad campaign in the ’90s. I happened to bump into the sister behind the tribute at the Brooklyn Hip-Hop Festival on Saturday and she told me they were compiling people’s personal stories either having met Spike Lee or how he's impacted their life. Well, boy, do I got a story to tell...
Back when I was in the employ of The Source I used to handle the magazine’s film/TV section. With that came advance tickets to various movies for potential coverage consideration. One day I got an email from a PR rep about there being a special press screening on Spike Lee’s latest film, Bamboozled.
This was a good two-three months before the film was going to hit theatres, so there wasn’t much press on the project yet. Although I had no idea what the film was about, I knew that anything Spike-related was worth going to. I immediately hit the publicist back to let her know I’d love to check the film and she put my name on the press list.
On the day of the screening, I find out there’s a big album release party that everybody who was anybody (or at least trying to be somebody) was going be at. My wing man Jason was hyped to go, but I told him I had to check this screening first. The party didn’t start ’til 9 and I planned to be out of the 7pm screening by then so everything was lining up perfect. Since I couldn’t bring a guest, Jason grabbed some grub after work and I told him to hit me on my cell later.
Before I go any further let me reveal a little back story on this cell phone. It was actually a burnout phone (illegal hook up with no bill) that my old boss gave me to better our communication—it was an electronic leash.
This was my first cell phone ever. It was this bulky Nokia joint that made me look like I was carrying a gun in my pocket or was just happy to see everybody. In addition to being bulky, the battery life on this thing was like an hour tops. I think it just needed a new battery, but I was too cheap to cop one. I was also too lazy to learn how to put the darn thing on vibrate.
Anyway, I arrive at the screening and grab a seat in the far corner of one of the back rows. After a little while the lights dim and the film starts. Like I said earlier, I had no idea what Bamboozled was going to be about. The cast lineup sounded great—Damon Wayans, Jada Pinkett-Smith, Savion Glover, Tommy Davidson, Mos Def, etc—so I was real interested to see so many great actors on the same screen.
I can’t front, when the film started and I heard Damon Wayans’ character of Pierre Delacroix speak in this faux-White/Uncle Tom accent I thought it was a joke. I couldn’t believe that he was going to talk like he had a stick up his butt for the entire movie. I didn’t know if this was supposed to be a comedy or a drama, but as the movie progressed and I got accustomed to Delacroix’s tone I started to appreciate the film for what it was—a dope critique on race and the image of people of color in the media. Classic Spike, in a unique wrapper.
It’s about an hour into the movie and aside from what’s taking place on screen the theatre is silent. Well, it was.
RING! RING...! RING! RING!
Ah, shit! I fumbled through the front pocket of my jeans for my cell and answered.
“Hello,” I whispered, with my head tucked down between my legs to muffle the conversation.
It was Jason, trying to see when we were meeting up.
“I’m still in the movie,” I said.
“Huh? It’s called Bamboozled… Yeah, Bamboozled… With Damon Wayans… Nah, it’s not out yet… I dunno, maybe another 45 minutes… Aiight, let me call you back.”
Click!
Why is it when you can’t talk that people want to ask you a million questions? But I digress…
Normally, I wouldn’t dare answer my phone during a movie, but I was so shocked by the ringing that I answered rather than hitting ignore. Also, this was my first phone so I wasn’t hip to all of the cell phone etiquette. Besides, when I picked my seat there wasn’t anyone within earshot of me. Well, not until some guy came in shortly after the movie started and sat three seats over in the row in front of me. Either way it wasn’t like I was yelling on the phone.
Anyway, I thought nothing of the brief interruption and went back to watching Bamboozled, which by this time I was deeply engrossed in.
Another hour goes by and the movie, while great, shows no signs of ending any time soon. I guess Jason was getting antsy and decided to check in again.
RING! RING...! RING! RING!
Fuck! Once again I fumbled through the front pocket of my jeans for my cell and answered.
“Hello,” I whispered, tucking my head back down between my knees for the second time.
“No, it’s still going on,” I continued. “It should be over soon. Be easy, I’ll hit you back.”
Click!
Despite my efforts to keep the second call brief, the guy a few seats over in the row in front of me was apparently perturbed by my rudeness. He waved one of the publicists by the door over and whispered something to her. She then proceeded to make her way around and over to me.
“Sir,” she whispered. “Could you please make sure your phone is off. You’re disturbing the other guests.”
“My bad,” I said. “I just didn’t know how to put it on silent, I’ll turn it off now.”
“Thank you.”
I played it cool with the publicist because I was there on official work business, but I couldn’t believe that homie dry snitched on me. Who the fuck does this guy think he is? He could have just as easily spoken to me man to man about my phone. He ain’t have to sick the White girls on me. What part of the game was that?
Although I was in the wrong for having my phone ring twice at a press screening, I still felt like dude displayed some signs of bitchassness with that move. I was tight. The rest of the movie I was just eye-balling him, like, Don’t let me catch you outside, homie.
About 20 minutes later the film ended and I was pleasantly surprised. Spike and the cast did the damn thing. As the lights came on and I gathered my stuff, I wanted to get a glimpse of the guy that snitched on me so I could cut him a mean ice grill. When he stood up and turned around, though, my face melted as I realized it was none other than Spike Lee.
Oh, shit!
Totally, embarrassed I grab my things and bolted out of there with the quickness.
The next day I got an email from the publicist to see what I thought of the film. I told her I loved it and definitely wanted to cover it in the next issue.
“The only problem,” I wrote, “Was that my cell kept going off during the movie and Spike was sitting right in front of me.”
“Oh, that was you,” she replied.
“Yeah,” I wrote back. “I’m sorry about that. Next time I’ll cut off my phone and just do the right thing.”
Fin!
Are you guilty of talking on the phone or texting during a movie? If not, how annoyed are you by people that talk on the phone during the movies or forget to cut their ringer off? Do you ever say anything to them? How do you feel about people that bring crying babies to the movie? Do you think that if they can’t find a babysitter they shouldn’t be allowed in the theatre? Have you ever been on a movie date with someone who was just loud and would obnoxiously talk to the screen? Do you think Spike will ever forgive me for ruining his movie screening?
Speak your piece…
Tagged as: Bamboozled, embarrassed, movie screening, Spike Lee
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