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Showing posts with label #EmpireSeason2. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Rainbow Sensation? Cheap Shoes and Cleavage Returns? Empire Strikes Back! #Empire #Fox

Rainbow Sensation? Cheap Shoes and Cleavage Returns? Empire Strikes Back! #Empire #Fox



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A week into its triumphant return, Empire (#Empire) continued its surge of ridiculously juicy TV by continuing to follow the script of 1980s show Dynasty. Minus Cecil Colby (for you kids out there, if you don’t know what I’m talkin’ ‘bout, look it up online and do your research), but with plenty of cojones behind her, Cookie yoked her oldest and youngest son into following her into creating their own record label to rival Lucious’ Empire. Starting with that bald-headed Betty from last season that we saw in the first or second episode, they begin stocking their client list with Empire castoffs or stolen talent. Brace yourselves people, because it’s about to get real dirty.


With Lucious still in jail and still sick, he desperately needs his meds but the ADA—the lady lawyer wearing wayyy too revealing outfits around and looking like New York from Flavor of Love’s momma—is withholding such medication in order to get a confession. Not only that, but she has one of her own uniformed goons played by Ludacris threaten Lucious. My question at that point was how many guest stars are they going to have on the show that Lucious is clearly going to have to kill at some point. Listen, I love all the guest stars but they can’t all be enemies, can they? On top of that, how many musical artists are they going to have on the show that don’t sing or rap while on the show (yes, I’m counting Chris Rock. He could’ve hit us with a 2015 rendition of No Sex in The Champagne Room and don’t act like you don’t remember that). Now Luda’s playing a prison guard trying to punk Terrence Howard? Dude, didn’t he already whip yo’ ass when you refused to listen to his demo in Hustle and Flow? Come on now.

While the ADA lady is presumably winning as Lucious gets weaker, outside Jamal is dealing with the whole family trying desperately to game him. His father wants Hakeem back on Empire and Hakeem wants to release his album. The youngest one also wants to create a girl group of a Black girl, White girl and Latina girl that he’ll call Rainbow Sensation, completely neglecting Asians, Indians and Native Americans (he must be one of those colorblind Negroes everyone’s always talking about, cause all the colors ain’t in his rainbow). Naturally, he goes to Tiana to see if she wants to lead this group after only finding Latina young ladies that can sing. Side note: Did anyone else think she was butt-naked from the waist down? Tiana had on not just a tight nude-colored body suit, but the way they filmed it was risque. Maybe it’s just my TV’s color but damn!

Tiana turns Hakeem down in more coded ways than one which ends him up in a Jacuzzi with one of the singers he found. Not the only dumb decision he’d make, he also decided to leak his Empire album online and risk a lawsuit from his brother and father, thereby refusing a return to the label. As Hakeem lays his claim to the new record label, Andre’s wife pleads with Jamal to try to get him re-hired at Empire, while Andre does the same to his father. A brief flashback with Kelly Rowland playing Lucious’ mother and staring off into the distance lets us know that Lucious has a thing about mental illness, preventing him from forgiving and accepting his eldest son.

Back to the prison, Lucious finds himself not only struggling without his medication but yearning to spit a verse or two and release a song while still locked up “a Lucious Lyon joint from the joint.” To do that, he runs into a new crooked lawyer supposedly better than his current one. Now, this pastel purple brotha pops out of nowhere and not only gets him a makeshift studio in a janitorial closet in prison, but manages to get this single released to radio stations and get Lucious out on bail after some explicit BDSM pictures of the judge surface as “evidence.” Oh yeah, cheap shoes almost threw her wig across the room when she learned he’d be getting out. The saddest part: Cookie and Hakeem wanted their label up and running long before Lucious got out, but won’t even have the floor in their new space properly swept before the emperor returns. It’ll be hard for them to take down Empire, but they believe they can, for the Lyon Dynasty has just been born. #LyonDynasty

What do you think? Did you like Lucious’ song from prison? Did you even notice that was Petey Pablo? Do you even remember who Petey Pablo is? And how do you think Cookie and Hakeem’s new label will do against Empire? Will they both implode or will one defeat the other for the top? And who do you got: #LyonDynasty vs. #Empire? Let me know what you think in the comments below. 

As always, check out my books on Amazon (if you’re looking for Halloween scares check  #AFuriousWind,  #DARKER#BrandNewHome or #ThePowerOfTen). For those interested in something a little more dramatic, check out #TheWriter. The final episode of season one of The Writer is OUT NOW. Ahh! That’s right, all 15 episodes are out now available exclusively on Amazon. Join us on Goodreads to talk about books and TV, and subscribe to and follow my blog with that Google+ button to the right side.

Until next time, "it be a whole lotta 'B***s' jumpin' ship!”


P.S. Hustle and Flow reunion? Where’s Paula Jai Parker, DJ Qualls and Elise Neal. We already know Anthony Anderson has his competing show on ABC, so he probably won’t appear in the studio anytime soon. Oh, I forgot this was supposed to be a sign-off. My bad. It’ll be better next time.

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Wednesday, September 23, 2015

#FreeLucious, Chris Rock is a Bad Guy, Kill Him and Make it Loud and Make It Long and If You Don’t, I’m Tellin’ Momma #Empire #EmpireSeason2 #PremiereWeek

#FreeLucious, Chris Rock is a Bad Guy, Kill Him and Make it Loud and Make It Long and If You Don’t, I’m Tellin’ Momma #Empire #EmpireSeason2 #PremiereWeek













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Whoa! So. Much. Drama! Empire returned for its season two premiere tonight, bringing more drama than your high school theatre teacher. More drama than that one time you took your cousin’s favorite toy from him because you thought it was going to be a hilarious joke and he ended up breaking your favorite CD/mixtape of romance songs, and you were the one that ended up crying. You know you loved them songs. Your first crush made that tape for you. Now you’re all in your feelings talkin’ about how he overreacted. Yeah, it was that intense.

First off, as if the night couldn’t get any more racially-charged with Black-ish doing their thing over on ABC, these fools right here had Cookie hopping around in a cage dressed in a gorilla costume. I just almost lost everything. They’re lowering her down onto a summer jam-esque stage so she can make some BS speech about how they need to free Lucious because he didn’t kill this guy she knows he clearly did. After that, they ran through a string of cameos that showed everybody from old, crusty Pimp Reverend Al Sharpton and his graying slick-back to a meatier-looking Don Lemon who took time away from his busy schedule of being yelled at in the streets by ticked off black people. To top it all off they brought out the new Aunt May, Marisa Tomei, to play a lesbian hot for Cookie’s drawers. And that was all before the first commercial break. I mean... I just... can’t!


Then we switched into prison where Lucious is apparently enjoying himself. Nothing bad has happened, he looks like he’s eating good and he’s even watching TV, catching the concert given in his honor to get him out of jail. Yet, he still has all the venom and piss of a rich black man behind bars as evidenced by his meeting with a future black attorney general. Not distracted by her overwhelming cleavage, this negro went after her shoes. Cheap shoes? You really had to point out she had on some cheap shoes? That’s a low blow, bruh. Side note: You know those shoes was cheap as hell. They didn’t even show them, so you know she got her some of those two dollar Payless shoes, the same kind Star Jones used to lie and say she wore. She knew dang well she wasn’t wearin’ no Payless shoes, especially when she was heavy. Those shoes be exploded right off her feet the moment she stepped out of the store, leave her leaning sideways like Gumby’s head.

Meanwhile, as Jamal is trying to run Empire Records and his brother is preparing for his album release, Cookie has been secretly plotting to buy a majority stake in the company and lined up a secondary investor in Tomei’s character to fork over 250 million. Why they think Lucious won’t find out, I don’t know. Naturally the deal is undercut by Lucious who makes her a better offer to stay in charge of Empire, thwarting the hostile takeover. He’s still running everything from the inside. This fool should have gone to prison a long time ago.

Then, this business with Frank Gathers, the big dog, the feared one, the man that runs the streets... uh, Chris Rock? Wait, you mean Everybody Hates Chris grew into a gangster? OK. I thought it would be comical that he was supposed to be the big baddy, but you know what... Chris actually... really didn’t convince me I was wrong. Don’t get me wrong, he did a great job but I just couldn’t fear him, not that I can never see him as anything other than a comic, I just couldn’t see him as a non-whiny Pookie (New Jack City reference? Check.) On top of that, he was apparently supposed to be a cannibal. Yeah. Take that in for a minute. Any lip-licking and crazy-eyed stares weren’t just because he was mad, but because he was hungry. Last time I checked, the main thing other than real food that they eat in men’s prisons is—you know what? We don’t even have to go there. I’m sure you can figure it out.


With this fool sending Cookie people’s heads in boxes from prison, something had to be done and Lucious had to do it. And do it he did. After hearing old boy’s daughter rapping at a prison visit, he promised not only to sign her to Empire records but give her his magic stick too. Damn! Will he won’t. Won’t he will? Ha ha ha, I have no idea what the hell that even means, but it’s definitely some words they used tonight.
The Lyon he is, Lucious bothered not with cheap roaring words but beat the cannibal to the first bite, ordering him to be killed “loud... and long” in what had to be the prison cafeteria. Fare-thee-well Frank Gathers. We hardly knew ye.


The takeover failed and the family safe from harm, Jamal acted like a true don (read: new puppet of his father) when he kicked his entire family out of Lucious’ house and his mother gave him the two-slap for good measure. And to top it all off, Empire finally upgraded their Becky wig budget. Thank god, because those raggedy wigs they had been giving her looked like they were Miss Piggy rejects. We all need to hold on to our wigs, because this season looks to be an electrifying and exhilarating ride.


What did you think? Did Empire near wear you out with all the drama tonight? Will you still have enough left to get through Scandal and How To Get Away With Murder tomorrow? Are you still loving the cameos by every black star currently walking the face of the earth? Or do you find yourself already going through withdraws and it’s only been a few hours? Let me know what you think in the comments below. Hint: click where it reads “no comments” to comment.

As always, check out my books on Amazon (if you’re looking for Halloween scares check  #AFuriousWind,  #DARKER#BrandNewHome or #ThePowerOfTen). For those interested in something a little more dramatic, check out #TheWriter. The final episode of season one of The Writer is coming this Friday. All other 14 episodes are out now available exclusively on Amazon. Join us on Goodreads to talk about books and TV, and subscribe to my blog.

Until next time, Miss Boo Boo Kitty gets an A for effort.


P.S. OK, so that is not a perfect sign-off for every single post I do, but it works here. Man, has that light-skinned Betty’s hoe-ishness reached critical mass yet? But she can still walk around in all that white and pastel colors like she on her way to her virginal wedding night or a Memorial Day barbecue? Girl, stop.


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