<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:58:35.875-07:00</updated><category term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time In The Congo</title><subtitle type='html'>You'll find here behind-the-scenes info about the developement about my film, Once Upon A Time In The Congo. You'll also from time to time here my thoughts on the entertainment industry. Later on, Said</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-5019405414852118450</id><published>2008-03-27T01:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:59:15.262-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Bonus footage: The Making of Patrice vs. Mulele</title><content type='html'>I always have a video camera taking footage of what happens behind the camera when we shoot a movie. Here's a clip.

&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=28807990"&gt;Congo Movie DVD clip: The making of Patrice versus Mulele&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=28807990&amp;v=2&amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-5019405414852118450?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/5019405414852118450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=5019405414852118450&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/5019405414852118450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/5019405414852118450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2008/03/bonus-footage-short-clip-from-patrice.html' title='Bonus footage: The Making of Patrice vs. Mulele'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-2547809571738131654</id><published>2008-03-27T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:23:52.368-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Episode 3:  Patrice vs. Mulele</title><content type='html'>We shot this footage in February 2007. This scene takes place after the Maitre/Mbombo scene. I felt that this is a strong scene to come out with, so true 'Hollywood-style' we filmed this out of sequence. The music from the film &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/media/rm2731514112/ch0002127"&gt;GLADIATOR&lt;/a&gt; is temporary, and will be replaced with original music when its re-edited. The text scroll is the directors idea and refers to a scenes that takes place after the Maitre/Mbombo scene. We'll add original music when its officially released.Another addition to the "Lost Episode" collection.



&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/50h8cUoStfA&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/50h8cUoStfA&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-2547809571738131654?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/2547809571738131654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=2547809571738131654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/2547809571738131654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/2547809571738131654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2008/03/episode-1-patrice-vs-mulele_27.html' title='Episode 3:  Patrice vs. Mulele'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-7638322660104424205</id><published>2008-03-27T01:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T12:22:23.549-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Episode 2:  Maitre versus Chief of Staff Mbombo</title><content type='html'>We shot this footage in May 2007 when we shot the 'Geneva vs Hatari' episode, in fact its a continuing of the 'Geneva/Hatari' episode. It features Ben Ochieng (Maitre) and Chief of Staff Mbombo (Elizabeth Ochieng). When this is officially released, we'll add some music to it. This is another addition to the "Lost Episode" collection.

Enjoy.


&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=28575400"&gt;Congo Movie DVD preview 1: Maitre vs Secretary Mbombo&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=28575400&amp;amp;v=2&amp;amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="346" width="430"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-7638322660104424205?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/7638322660104424205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=7638322660104424205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/7638322660104424205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/7638322660104424205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2008/03/we-shot-this-footage-in-may-2007-when.html' title='Episode 2:  Maitre versus Chief of Staff Mbombo'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-7216436665296370839</id><published>2008-03-27T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:10:39.390-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Episode 1:  Geneva vs. Hatari</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We shot this back in May 2007. It stars Kristie Latray (Geneva) and Joram Moreka (Hatari). It was a cool shoot, though the scene was written to take place in the courtyard that you see through the glass instead of inside the restaurant. I was told that the planes and helicopters flying above were causing a problem with audio.  It was cool to see the words on paper come to live. This footage will soon be part of our "lost episodes" collections. More on that later. Enjoy.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=28657196"&gt;Congo Movie DVD preview 2: Geneva vs. Hatari&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://lads.myspace.com/videos/vplayer.swf" flashvars="m=28657196&amp;amp;v=2&amp;amp;type=video" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="430" height="346"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-7216436665296370839?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/7216436665296370839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=7216436665296370839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/7216436665296370839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/7216436665296370839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2008/03/episode-1-geneva-vs-hatari.html' title='Episode 1:  Geneva vs. Hatari'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-3885637959756571469</id><published>2008-03-27T00:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T01:05:01.426-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><title type='text'>Flashback: Lets start at the beginning</title><content type='html'>We shot some episodes from the Congo  movie since I last posted here in early February 2007. So lets catch up in our conversations by posting some of the clips we shot. Enjoy the movie footage above...

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&lt;a href="http://www.gabcast.com/index.php?a=episodes&amp;amp;b=play&amp;amp;id=18666&amp;amp;cast=69018" target="_BLANK"&gt;The Congo Movie #1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" width="150" height="76" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=8,0,0,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.gabcast.com/mp3play/mp3player.swf?file=http://www.gabcast.com/casts/18666/episodes/1206602856.mp3&amp;amp;config=http://www.gabcast.com/mp3play/config.php?ini=mini.0.l"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.gabcast.com/mp3play/mp3player.swf?file=http://www.gabcast.com/casts/18666/episodes/1206602856.mp3&amp;amp;config=http://www.gabcast.com/mp3play/config.php?ini=mini.0.l" allowscriptaccess="always" wmode="transparent" width="150" height="76" name="mp3player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-8501035314050316648?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/8501035314050316648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=8501035314050316648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/8501035314050316648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/8501035314050316648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2008/03/said-has-returned_27.html' title='Said has returned....'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-116753618265642013</id><published>2006-12-30T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T19:36:22.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gabcast! &lt;a href="http://www.gabcast.com/index.php?a=episodes&amp;b=play&amp;amp;id=2790&amp;cast=15730" target="_BLANK"&gt;Updates and coming dates #5 - Real friends like Claudia Jordan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I talk about not underestimating your self-worth in an industry where people are phony....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gabcast.com/index.php?a=episodes&amp;amp;b=play&amp;id=2790&amp;amp;cast=15730" target="new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.gabcast.com/images/linkplayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-116753618265642013?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/116753618265642013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=116753618265642013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/116753618265642013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/116753618265642013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/12/gabcast-updates-and-coming-dates-5.html' title=''/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-115174509448635890</id><published>2006-07-01T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T15:25:42.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 30th! Happy Independence Day to The Democratic Republic Of The Congo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Kinshasa%20after%20dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Kinshasa%20after%20dark.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/DRC%20smiling%20little%20girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/DRC%20smiling%20little%20girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/DRCongo%20police%20with%20New%20Flags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 159px" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/DRCongo%20police%20with%20New%20Flags.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-115174509448635890?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/115174509448635890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=115174509448635890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/115174509448635890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/115174509448635890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/07/june-30th-happy-independence-day-to.html' title='June 30th! Happy Independence Day to The Democratic Republic Of The Congo!'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-115109930176737311</id><published>2006-06-23T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:54:42.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest audio post from Said</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/110670/375432.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-115109930176737311?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/115109930176737311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=115109930176737311&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/115109930176737311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/115109930176737311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/06/latest-audio-post-from-said.html' title='Latest audio post from Said'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-115109842284001197</id><published>2006-06-23T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T14:33:42.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos of me on recent Nollywood Conference panel</title><content type='html'>Hey folks, Wireimage.com (they shoot all the big Hollywood events) took photos of me speaking on the Film Finance panel that took place at the recent Nollywood Conference here in Los Angeles. The photos all appear on one sheet, their big enough to see, but you can't click them to get bigger without a subscription:
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&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;Below are two photographs that a friend of mine took of me..     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Sa%20speaking%20%40%20Nollywood%20Conference%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 186px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Sa%20speaking%20%40%20Nollywood%20Conference%202.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Sa%20speaking%20%40%20Nollywood%20Conference.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 185px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Sa%20speaking%20%40%20Nollywood%20Conference.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;

&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;color:black;"  &gt;Enjoy,

Said  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-115109842284001197?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/115109842284001197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=115109842284001197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/115109842284001197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/115109842284001197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/06/photos-of-me-on-recent-nollywood.html' title='Photos of me on recent Nollywood Conference panel'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-115069076867983459</id><published>2006-06-18T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:19:28.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I attended the Nollywood Conference this past Friday and Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello all!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How you doing?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This past Saturday I was a panelist at the &lt;a href="www.nollywoodfoundation.org"&gt;Nollywood Foundation Conference&lt;/a&gt; that took place in Los Angeles. For those that don’t know what "Nollywood" is, it’s the Nigerian &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Film_industry"&gt;Film Industry&lt;/a&gt; and it’s the third biggest film production center in the world. Nollywood grosses about $200 – $300 million US dollars a year (the Nigerian currency is called as the “&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Naira"&gt;Naira&lt;/a&gt;”.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There were great panels, and I met many fellow media people, the majority Nigerians who are based in Hollywood, and they’re doing things, producing, writing, acting, and directing.
&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unlike many other film festivals which tend to be filled by the lost and the desperate and the big-headed who have know money acting like they do; this was strictly a conference where ideas were shared, and relationships were either developed, or strengthened. What I noticed was that there were many people in attendence that are active in the industries both here and in Nigeria / Continental Africa. Many people from Nigeria and across the US came to LA to participate. Many didn’t come looking for handouts or begging to be in someone’s film like I see at other film festivals. Folks came to network and to acquire new strategies.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Panels were varied. I sat on an informative (for the audience and for myself)  panel on Friday that talked about “Film Financing”.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Saturday panel was about reaching out and engaging the Diaspora. This was the first time I saw a panel that talked about reaching out to the African global community actually had Africans sitting on the panel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was a panel about women in film and Nollywood. This panel at times got heated, and the women made sure to get their point across!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, that’s all for now, when I get my photos developed, I’ll be sure to post them here!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later on,&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Said &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-115069076867983459?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/115069076867983459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=115069076867983459&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/115069076867983459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/115069076867983459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-attended-nollywood-conference-this.html' title='I attended the Nollywood Conference this past Friday and Saturday'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-115013081335411435</id><published>2006-06-12T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:48:17.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from actress Carrie Fisher</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/carrie_fisher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 224px; height: 328px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/carrie_fisher.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-style: italic;"&gt;Acting engenders and harbours qualities that are best left way behind in adolesence. People-pleasing, going on those interviews and jamming your whole personality into getting the job, ingratiating yourself to people you wouldn't f***ing spit on if they were on fire.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Carrie Fisher (Actress, best known as Princess Leia in STAR WARS series)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-115013081335411435?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/115013081335411435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=115013081335411435&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/115013081335411435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/115013081335411435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/06/thoughts-from-actress-carrie-fisher.html' title='Thoughts from actress Carrie Fisher'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114966089664965263</id><published>2006-06-06T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:16:51.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of Support For Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/110670/368051.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114966089664965263?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114966089664965263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114966089664965263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114966089664965263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114966089664965263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/06/words-of-support-for-your-dreams.html' title='Words of Support For Your Dreams'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114958751607794236</id><published>2006-06-06T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T02:51:56.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Photograph of me on movie set.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Said%20on%20Talupa%20set.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20on%20Talupa%20set.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
(&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;This picture was taken towards the end of the night, and trust me I am exhausted!&lt;/span&gt;)
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114958751607794236?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114958751607794236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114958751607794236&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114958751607794236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114958751607794236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/06/photograph-of-me-on-movie-set.html' title='Photograph of me on movie set.'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114958705570773700</id><published>2006-06-06T02:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T02:46:42.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene #77, reverse shoot.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Liney%20on%20bedroom%20set.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Liney%20on%20bedroom%20set.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;This is the reverse shot of SCENE #77. The actor standing to the right is good. Actually, Liney (standing to the right) is studying to be a Computer Engineer. He was awesome; he and Trey (the man in the previous photo lying in the bed with a bandage on his head) (also a great actor) shot a powerful scene earlier in the day. The gentleman holding the camera is the cinematographer, his name is Francisco and he's from Costa Rica.  It was hot on this location, HOT!!! A great team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114958705570773700?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114958705570773700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114958705570773700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114958705570773700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114958705570773700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/06/scene-77-reverse-shoot.html' title='Scene #77, reverse shoot.'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114958600183517655</id><published>2006-06-06T01:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T02:18:30.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scene #77 from movie I'm working on</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Talupa%20Bedroom%20scene.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Talupa%20Bedroom%20scene.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is Scene # 77 from my friends’ feature-length film that we started filming this past weekend. I'm not going to say to much since the director didn't say we could talk about it but I will tell you that it was a fun shoot. I served as Script Supervisor, which means that I am responsible for continuity, issues (repeating dialogue correctly, matching wardrobe. In this sceen they are setting up the scene to eb filled. The guy in the bed is one of the lead actors and he's having make-up applied to him. The guy to the left holding the camera is the Cinematographer for the film (his job is to make sure the film looks good. To the far right, you can see the feet of the writer/director. The whole team was professional. I became a part of this project after I met the producer on the set of a film I worked on earlier in the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114958600183517655?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114958600183517655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114958600183517655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114958600183517655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114958600183517655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/06/scene-77-from-feature-length-film-im.html' title='Scene #77 from movie I&apos;m working on'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114928412702896302</id><published>2006-06-02T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T14:35:27.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Untitled New Orleans Project</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/New%20Orleans%20at%20Night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/New%20Orleans%20at%20Night.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When a mutant come callin'. 'Nuf said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114928412702896302?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114928412702896302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114928412702896302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114928412702896302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114928412702896302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/06/untitled-new-orleans-project.html' title='The Untitled New Orleans Project'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114776756681387462</id><published>2006-05-16T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T03:27:52.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to you from North Hollywood...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/110670/358090.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114776756681387462?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114776756681387462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114776756681387462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114776756681387462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114776756681387462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/05/talking-to-you-from-north-hollywood.html' title='Talking to you from North Hollywood...'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114765381194174288</id><published>2006-05-14T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T03:26:28.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The TEARS OF THE SUN mentality</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Tears%20of%20The%20Sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 112px; height: 155px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Tears%20of%20The%20Sun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello my blog readers!&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My friend Kristie made a good point the other day, about how when people are helping other people from another culture; they think they’re doing the right thing, that their behavior and thinking is pure. But when someone from the culture that the cared for person comes tells the caretaker that hte caretaker is being racist, the caretaker doesn’t believe that. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I say that when the image of what I know the image of the Continental African to be, doesn’t match the image that non-Continental Africans have of what a Continental African should be in their mind, that person will tell me that the Continental Africans that I present aren’t realistic.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its like a person saying they aren’t racist towards a group of people because they have friends from that group of people. The non-Mexican will say, “I’m not racist against Mexican people. I have Mexicans friends.” The non-Mexican that said that sees the statement one way, the Mexican hearing it sees that statement in a different light.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Their line of thinking is a mixture of prejudice and racism. It’s what I call the
TEARS OF THE SUN SYNDROME”. People, you know me, I'm oing to mention names.
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In that movie, the white female doctor that is being rescued never referred to the “Nigerian” refugees as Nigerians, or whatever ethnic group they came from, no, the white doctor kept referring to her patients as “My People.” That’s a colonial statement. Thankfully, one of the black Special Forces said to Bruce Willis, “these are my people too.” That’s a strong positive statement. That’s not colonial. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The reason we weren’t able to option the Rwandan Hutu Refugee Book was because the people we were dealing with weren’t honest with us, and they were of the colonial mind, especially the guy who I thought was sincere, Ivan Godfried. After several rounds of mis-communications, when Ivan and I finally spoke on the phone I felt that we had had a great conversation. I felt that the deal should be closed sometime soon. It would turn out people that I was wrong.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You see, I sent Ivan the Once Upon A Time In The Congo screenplay to let him know how deep that I wanted to do the Rwandan Hutu refugee book. Instead, he wrote me back saying that my portrayal of the Congolese, Rwandans, Burundians, wasn’t realistic. That I was presenting a negative image of the Rwandans, that I made false accusations against the UN and whatnot. He said that I didn’t know anything about DRCongo and that I was going to “Hollywoodize” the Rwandan Refugee Book. I was stunned. Ivan didn’t even bother to ask me any questions, nor even make suggestions about the project. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The sad thing people, is that my team and I constantly said that we wanted to produce Ivans client, Beatrice book, the way it was written. We weren’t going to change anything.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Mind you, everything that I wrote regarding &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Rwanda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Uganda&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Congo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;, what-have-you, was based on fact, and that the fictional aspect was for the Western audience to better understand the story.. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ivan was being a racist, and the author of the book, Beatrice, trusted Ivan and later I would find out, a translator named Julia Emerson, to represent her. I’m not saying Ivan is a rasicet, I odn’t know him to say that. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I will say that he was racist in his criticism, he sounded like the Belgians that colonized &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Congo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;. He may not see it that way because the Africans like Beatrice allow him to act that way since they may not know better. He had the TEARS OF THE SUN mentality.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Later, the translator of the book, Julia Emerson, revealed that she was secretly involved in the negotiations, even though mind you she was only the translator on the book. She sends me an email lecturing me about &lt;st1:place&gt;Africa&lt;/st1:place&gt;, and blah, blah, blah. That I wanted to use the book as a vehicle for myself. That the book “is a discussion piece.”&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That’s not what Julia said when I spoke to her on the phone; she said that “the truth needs to come out.” &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Mind you, when Julia and I first spoke 4 months ago, I sent her the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Congo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; script and for the 4 months since she received the script, she never said anything. Now Julia has an opinion because she didn’t like what I wrote back to Ivan and everyone else he included in his hostile email when he said they didn’t want to do business with us.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She has the TEARS OF THE SUN mentality. They think they were doing Beatrice (the writer) a favor, but in the end they did her a great disservice. Beatrice is like a lot of people who puts their trust in people instead fo first speaking for themselves. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the issue of trying to obtain Beatrice’s Rwanda Hutu Refugee book is over. My team wasted a lot of time with Ivan and his people like Julia. They weren’t honest. The &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Congo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; script is an orange, Beatrice’ book is an apple, but Ivan shredded the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Congo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; script thinking that we were going to do Beatrice book like the &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Congo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; script. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We asked for a teleconference with Beatrice more than once, Ivan didn’t want to do that. Ivan and his team felt it was easier to reside in their world of assumptions and prejudice, they found it easier to make judgments about me when they don’t know anything about me. They didn’t even to make the effort, and in my life when someone doesn’t want to know you, they don’t respect you. Ivan and is people didn’t respect us, so it’s good that the negotiations came to an end. Remember folks, I had walked away from this deal twice and it was Ivan that came to us wanting to make the deal happen.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then Ivan turns around and attacks us, attacks my Congo script, makes racist comments, then his silent partner Julia comes out of the closet to give her negative opinion and not once did they make an effort to know me, ask me questions to see how I wanted to do the project.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know that this is a blessing in disguise. Ivan Godfired and Julia Emerson prevented a great story from being told. Beatrice let it happen since Ivan and Julia represent her, so Beatrice has to shoulder much of the blame.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We did our part in good faith. They didn’t.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was disappointed, but these are the kind of things, these are the kind of people that make producing films so difficult.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But let me tell you what I told them; I don’t need the book to tell the story. One million Rwandan Hutu refugees fled into &lt;st1:country-region&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;Congo&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; in 1996, I can find one of them to make their story into a film. &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talk to you guys later!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114765381194174288?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114765381194174288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114765381194174288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114765381194174288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114765381194174288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/05/tears-of-sun-mentality.html' title='The TEARS OF THE SUN mentality'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114600313639723259</id><published>2006-04-25T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T15:50:58.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Said has returned to his Blog!</title><content type='html'>It has really been a long time since we’ve spoken, hasn’t it? Much to talk about. Both the  &lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5metnk5E_2YB7s2JzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBkaXB0Zmt1BHBvcwMyMARzZWMDc3I-/SIG=1g2d1oulf/EXP=1146089517/**http%3a//images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view%3fback=http%253A%252F%252Fimages.search.yahoo.com%252Fsearch%252Fimages%253Fei%253DUTF-8%2526fr%253Dslv1-msgr%2526p%253Droman%252520emperor%26w=220%26h=316%26imgurl=www.informationblast.com%252Fimages%252F7_7b_Constantine_I_Roman_Emperor.jpeg%26rurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.informationblast.com%252FEmperor_Constantine.html%26size=54.2kB%26name=7_7b_Constantine_I_Roman_Emperor.jpeg%26p=roman%2bemperor%26type=jpeg%26no=20%26tt=10,303%26ei=UTF-8"&gt;Roman Emperor&lt;/a&gt; project and the &lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5qd0n05E15oAR8uJzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBkM3VyNWF1BHBvcwMxNQRzZWMDc3I-/SIG=1gcbjucmc/EXP=1146089716/**http%3a//images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view%3fback=http%253A%252F%252Fimages.search.yahoo.com%252Fsearch%252Fimages%253Fp%253Dethiopian%252Bemperor%2526ei%253DUTF-8%2526fr%253Dslv1-msgr%2526x%253Dwrt%26w=105%26h=167%26imgurl=www.senamirmir.com%252Ftheme%252F8-2002%252Fgeg%252Fimages%252Femperor_menelik.jpg%26rurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.senamirmir.com%252Ftheme%252F8-2002%252Fgeg%252Fus.html%26size=15.6kB%26name=emperor_menelik.jpg%26p=ethiopian%2bemperor%26type=jpeg%26no=15%26tt=204%26ei=UTF-8"&gt;Ethiopian Project&lt;/a&gt; is coming along well. The treatment has been written for both, each coming in at about 15 pages.

I rarely write a treatment, I usually just write the screenplay. Its weird I know, but when I write, I hear the voices talking in my head, I see the images in my mind, it just flows. For example, the Ethiopian Project, when I finished the treatment and showed it to a few friends of mine from Ethiopia and &lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5x4loE5EyWkB6hKJzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBjb3ZrYjNkBHBvcwM0BHNlYwNzcg--/SIG=1fcfqftr1/EXP=1146089893/**http%3a//images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view%3fback=http%253A%252F%252Fimages.search.yahoo.com%252Fsearch%252Fimages%253Fp%253Deritrean%252Bemperor%2526ei%253DUTF-8%2526fr%253Dslv1-msgr%2526x%253Dwrt%26w=351%26h=377%26imgurl=www.africa-energy.com%252Fgraphics%252Fdata%252Feritrea.jpg%26rurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.africa-energy.com%252Fhtml%252Fpublic%252Fdata%252Fhoa.html%26size=18.4kB%26name=eritrea.jpg%26p=eritrean%2bemperor%26type=jpeg%26no=4%26tt=4%26ei=UTF-8"&gt;Eritrea&lt;/a&gt;, they were really moved by the writing. I was deeply honored since this is part of their history. If I could draw some of the images that are in my head when I wrote the treatment, you would see a spectacular movie!!!!

I’m going to start writing the scripts tomorrow, but first I need to write the treatment for &lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0Je5mdhoE5EqGgBfxqJzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBjMzRvMDBnBHBvcwM5BHNlYwNzcg--/SIG=1ikbo382e/EXP=1146089953/**http%3a//images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view%3fback=http%253A%252F%252Fimages.search.yahoo.com%252Fsearch%252Fimages%253Fp%253Dcongo%252Bslaughter%2526ei%253DUTF-8%2526fr%253Dslv1-msgr%2526x%253Dwrt%26w=400%26h=276%26imgurl=www.selah.k12.wa.us%252FSHS%252FStu_Proj%252FThorson%252F5th%252520period%252FJessicaGa%252F1303MA1.jpg%26rurl=http%253A%252F%252Fwww.selah.k12.wa.us%252FSHS%252FStu_Proj%252FThorson%252F5th%252520period%252FJessicaGa%252FUN%252520Peace%252520Picture.htm%26size=28.5kB%26name=1303MA1.jpg%26p=congo%2bslaughter%26type=jpeg%26no=9%26tt=30%26ei=UTF-8"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Holocaust War&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, about the events in Central Africa. If you like &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0120815/photogallery"&gt;Saving Private Ryan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0146309/photogallery"&gt;Thirteen Days&lt;/a&gt;, Oliver Stones &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0102138/posters"&gt;JFK&lt;/a&gt;, you’ll love this project. It tells exactly what happened in Congo, Rwanda, and Burundi.

This year I’m focusing on producing the projects.

An audience out there thats not being served. Well, I’m going to serve them!

Okay. I’ll be back later today and go into details about each project.

Latter on,

Said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114600313639723259?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114600313639723259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114600313639723259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114600313639723259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114600313639723259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/04/said-has-returned-to-his-blog.html' title='Said has returned to his Blog!'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114592395256629295</id><published>2006-04-24T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T17:12:32.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where have I been!?!?!?!?!?</title><content type='html'>Its been a looooong time since I last post! Let me tell you, much has been happening since my last post, so check back in a few hours and read all about it!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114592395256629295?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114592395256629295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114592395256629295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114592395256629295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114592395256629295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-have-i-been.html' title='Where have I been!?!?!?!?!?'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114592382785424519</id><published>2006-04-24T17:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T17:10:27.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi!!!! Where have I been?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>Whew, when was the last time I posted here? April 7th? Man, that's too long! So much has been goingon, so let me ask that you check back here in a few hours so that I can give you the full update!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114592382785424519?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114592382785424519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114592382785424519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114592382785424519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114592382785424519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/04/hi-where-have-i-been.html' title='Hi!!!! Where have I been?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114447789549716539</id><published>2006-04-07T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:32:36.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of The Day: Blair Underwood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/blair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 131px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/blair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;[From IMDB.COM]
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;It's so easy to sell your soul or sell out or cop out, and what it really comes down to is choices. If you have some kind of game plan, or at least a faith in your ability, it doesn't matter if this town validates you or not because you're already validated by your gifts. I just try to stay focused on what I have to offer.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114447789549716539?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114447789549716539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114447789549716539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114447789549716539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114447789549716539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/04/quote-of-day-blair-underwood.html' title='Quote of The Day: Blair Underwood'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114393680702274235</id><published>2006-04-01T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T16:14:40.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What you heard in the previous audio blog.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/110670/335808.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114393680702274235?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114393680702274235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114393680702274235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114393680702274235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114393680702274235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-you-heard-in-previous-audio-blog.html' title='What you heard in the previous audio blog.'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114393545117587577</id><published>2006-04-01T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T16:02:28.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Audio of scene between Mulele and Patrice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/110670/335782.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114393545117587577?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114393545117587577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114393545117587577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114393545117587577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114393545117587577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/04/audio-of-scene-between-mulele-and.html' title='Audio of scene between Mulele and Patrice'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114393592146227069</id><published>2006-04-01T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T16:03:31.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On April 29th we shoot the cemetary scene.</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In the next post, which is an audio post, I am reading  some dialogue from the cemetery scene. I am reading both Patrice’s and Mulele’s role. I couldn't do the whole thing because the recording time wasn’t long enough. On April 29 we’re going to do a test shot of the two of them in this scene. We’re going to shoot it in Griffith Park, a park located in Los Angeles. Then later on in May, we’re going to film this scene. I’m looking forward to it. So enjoy the audio-clip, and I’ll talk to you later.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thanks for listening,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Said&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114393592146227069?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114393592146227069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114393592146227069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114393592146227069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114393592146227069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/04/on-april-29th-we-shoot-cemetary-scene.html' title='On April 29th we shoot the cemetary scene.'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114351818909518905</id><published>2006-03-27T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:56:29.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="audblog"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/110670/333364.mp3" class="audLink"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.audioblogger.com/media/images/audioblogger.gif" class="audImg"border="0" alt="this is an audio post - click to play" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114351818909518905?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114351818909518905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114351818909518905&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114351818909518905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114351818909518905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play_27.html' title=''/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114351581704930931</id><published>2006-03-27T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T19:16:57.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret To Success.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Got your attention with that title, didn't I?
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Welcome to &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.videopark.com/images/tarzan/redcarpet.jpg"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;You know by now that everyonce and awhile I like to talk about the state of Hollywood, media in general. But first, let me give you an update on our current projects..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Its been a crazy last few days. &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0454848/photogallery"&gt;&lt;b&gt;INSIDE MAN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt; opened this past week, and it made good money. I predicted the range it would make at the box-office and I was correct. I optioned (acquired the rights to make it into a movie) the book “&lt;b&gt;MONKOLOGY&lt;/b&gt;” by Gary Philips several weeks ago, and now just fine-tuning the deal. It’s a great series. I’m going to workn on fining the screenplay adaptation of &lt;a href="http://www.topeoluwole.com/books.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tope Oluwole’s book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;B.E.A.N. POLICE&lt;/b&gt;”&lt;/a&gt; its a book that has technology and a good story rolled into one. It’s a great book, which I’m confident would make a good series…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;The deal to option another book was dead in the water, at least it was until last week. We sent our first propels back in November of 2005 and we sent the proposal again and&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;heard nothing. Recently the publisher of the book contacted me and I sent him another proposal which he will present to the writer. We’ll see where it goes. It’s a great project, a powerful story. &lt;a href="http://www.healthworldnews.tv/images/angela_bassett.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angela Basset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; would be good for it, &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://us.movies1.yimg.com/movies.yahoo.com/images/hv/photo/movie_pix/paramount_pictures/the_stepford_wives/kimberly_elise/steppreg2.jpg"&gt;Kimberly Elise&lt;/a&gt; would be good for it. But I would really like to use an unknown actress, I’d like to give someone the break that they’ve been working hard to get in this business. Once the book deal is closed, I’ll tell you the name of the project.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I don’t like dealing with third party members. It like negotiating sex with your wife/husband through one of their friends. Then again, the way &lt;a href="http://www.cis.upenn.edu/%7Ecernyp/personal/photo/California/chinese_theatre_hollywood.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; is, I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;wouldn’t be surprised if that happens. People can be &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cyber-cinema.com/reprint/edscissorhand.jpg"&gt;freaky&lt;/a&gt; you know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;If you wrote the project I want to talk to you, and you, if you want to do the project, tell your representatives that you want to do it and to make the deal happen. Too many people in this business want an agent or manager just so they can say, “talk to my representation.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Its like you see one of our casting notice, the role matches your qualifications. So you put your headshot into an envelope, walk to the post office, buy a stamp, place the stamp on the envelope and mail it to our &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Casting%5Fdirector"&gt;Casting Director&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;We receive the envelope, we open it, pull out you headshot and on the back we see a note that says, “I’m applying for the role of Susan. Please call my agent/manager.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;Call her agent? &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Why do you want us to call your agent? Your agent/manager didn’t submit you. Your agent didn’t walk to the post office. Your agent (if they saw the role listed) didn't think that you weren’t good enough for the role (or thatthey weren't paying enough). You do all the work and you want us to call your agent /manager so that they can get 15% of the money we pay you for work that they didn’t get for you? That is crazy. I wouldn’t. I understand why agent/manager are needed, but they need to earn their percentage. Don't allow your agent or manager to sit in the big house overseeing the plantation doing nothing while you sweat to death in the field picking cotton and grapes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;A friend in &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://a464.g.akamai.net/7/464/1573/70da90e0d99190/www.disney.ca/vacations/disneyworld/francais/VII/maps/florida_disney.jpg"&gt;Florida&lt;/a&gt; described to me the scenario of the moment on &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.stuttgarter-zeitung.de/media_fast/626/ophra.jpg"&gt;Ophra’s &lt;/a&gt;show the day after the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://cache.viewimages.com/comp/56651982.jpg?x=x&amp;dasite=ViewImages&amp;amp;ef=2&amp;ev=1&amp;amp;dareq=9B0238C52E2B0CC7F14D37CBD3D0DDBA233EC94A508BBD12F9853570FE2EDDFB"&gt;Oscars&lt;/a&gt; when she was interviewing Morgan Freeman. They were soon joined by, Terrence Howard, Don Cheadle, Denzal Washington, Will Smith, and Jamie Fox , all wanting to show appreciation to Morgan freeman. I said to my friend to imagine this picture; George Lucas, Steven Spielberg, Francis Copolla, James Cameron, and David Geffen sitting together on the otherside of &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://web.venturacountystar.com/special/oscars/2004/fash01.jpg"&gt;the red carpet&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Which group would you want to be a part of?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Lets put it like this; which group has the Oscars real power, and a Billionaire and which group has the Oscars adn perceived power? That’s the power balance in Hollywood, and its something we can change if we pool our resources.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;When told of the Morgan Freeman gathering, my first words were, “They won’t work together.” And that’s the microcosm of Hollywood. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Its not a “black thing” either. Its not like Jennifer Lopez has been (currently lobbying to work with Eva Longoria for a project aside) galvanizing the Latino talent pool either. Its funny that the only time Jennifer Lopez got the chance to play a Latino since &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.selenaforever.com/Selena/Selena%2078.jpg"&gt;SELENA&lt;/a&gt;, is when she played a maid in &lt;a href="http://www.hollywoodjesus.com/movie/maid_manhattan/poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAID IN MANHATTAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Imagine if you will if Morgan Freeman’s crew decided to pool their resources like George Lucas and his friends do, and produce serious work?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Imagine if Morgan’s crew decided to support &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.nmstudios.com/nmstudios_home/nmsv2_splash.jpg"&gt;Tim Reid’s New Millennium Studios&lt;/a&gt; by filming parts if not all of their movies there.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tim Reid has been having a hard time getting people to film as his studio. Tim Reid owns a studio lot, c’mon now.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Imagine if Morgan’s crew decided to release their film for a one week run at the Chicago-based, black-owned movie theater chain owned and run by a black couple? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Won’t happen anytime soon. There’s a few reasons, a few theories, but I would say its this: too many people have the “look for work” and not enough of the “create the work” mentality…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Which leads me to another part about Hollywood. Its run by fear. Why do you think all these acting classes and “How to break into Hollywood” classes take place so often? Because everyone is willing (if not desperate) to pay money to hear words that are already here for free on an everyday basis. They are looking for that &lt;a href="http://www.bltweb.net/mypictures/cia.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;secret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to make it in this business, to strike it rich. They’ll pay $200.00 to sit in a room with 300 other people who are there to find out “the secret”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Well shoot, I’ll tell you what the secret is and it won’t cost you a thing. Next time its going to cost you. Okay, are you ready? This is the secret to being successful in the entertainment industry: there is no secret.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;You need to work smart, work with commitment, work with a vision, work with desire, and work with respect, and work for no money to make your dreams come true in whatever field you operate in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;There. How much did it cost you in money? That’s what you hear everyday. Why are you going to pay $200 dollars to hear that? You lost $200.00 to hear something that you hear for free? You can find the advice your looking for on the Internet. Why are you paying all that money?!?!?!?
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Okay, let me calm down. Breathe, breathe.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Now the next time a “talent agent” from “John Robert Powers” “Casablanca Models” walks up to you in a parking lot and says, “For x amount of dollars”…I want you to remember this equation:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;Looking for Work&lt;/b&gt;” mentality =&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;$200.00 taken out of your pocket to attend "Secrets to break into Hollywood" conference..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;“&lt;b&gt;Creating Your Own Work&lt;/b&gt;” mentality =&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;$60,000.00 put into the pocket of the person that you and 300 other people paid to hear someone tell you the secret of breaking into the entertainment industry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;You are now $200 short on your rent. The producer just paid his $1000.00 monthly  home &lt;a href="http://www.mortgage101.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mortgage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for the next five years.

&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Get the picture?

Which mentality do you have?

I'm gone,

Said
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114351581704930931?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114351581704930931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114351581704930931&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114351581704930931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114351581704930931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/03/secret-to-success.html' title='The Secret To Success.'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114315635859100345</id><published>2006-03-23T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T15:25:58.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The tree branch and Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You’re walking down the street (with the exception to you the reader in a wheelchair) and you see a large branch laying across the sidewalk. What do you do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;1)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Step over the branch and keep walking&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.5in; text-indent: -0.25in;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLists]--&gt;2)&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 7pt; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;Move the branch to the side of the sidewalk, creating a clear path&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Move people choose #2.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I always do #1. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why? Because you don’t know if a person in &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=person+in+wheelchair/v=2/SID=w/l=IVI/;_ylt=A9G_RtosKyNEpSMBQlajzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=12dq5l4ni/EXP=1143241900/*-http%3A//www.umm.edu/dermatology-info/images/wheelchair.jpg"&gt;wheelchair&lt;/a&gt; is going to come around the corner behind you or from down the street and come to that branch and have no way to get over the branch or around the branch, unless someone comes and helps them.
&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So many of us get caught up in our own little world and don’t think about anybody else. Hi &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.los-angeles-attractions.net/images_files/tour/orignal/hollywood.jpg"&gt;Hollywood&lt;/a&gt;!!!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Kristie hears me complian about this all the time. When I go to her house, I always see a car or truck parked in a parking garage driveway in  &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;a way that blocks the entire sidewalk. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Selfish bastards. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Moreover, the driver will leave the car and go inside the building. This usually happens at night. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Selfish, selfish bastards.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now what happens when a person in a wheelchair comes down the street, what is the person in the wheelchair supposed to do? Roll into the street and get hit by a car?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One night, a car blocked the sidewalk by parking a parking garages driveway. I said to the driver that she needs to move the car, that she’s blocking the sidewalk. She had an attitude and moved the car a few inches. Well I’m not a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.airline24.net/usa2002/sfo/images/SF%20-%20Police%20man%20%281834%29.jpg"&gt;cop&lt;/a&gt;, so I can’t order the person to move, so I continued towards Kristie’s house. I didn’t get 15 feet and when I saw a woman in a wheelchair coming down the street in a &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cnn.com/HEALTH/9712/29/parkinsons.dogs/wheelchair.jpg"&gt;motor-powered wheelchair, and she had a small dog on a leash&lt;/a&gt; that was following her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You guessed it, when she got to the car that was parked across the sidewalk she had to go around it by going into the street, but when she did that the dogs leash got caught on the back bumper of he car, so the lady in the wheelchair couldn’t go anywhere. The lady in the wheelchair was swearing at the driver, and the driver came out and helped get the leash off the car and the lady in the wheelchair continued on her way, still swearing at the woman in the car.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The woman with the car moved the car a bit further into the driveway, but the damage was done. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is what just irritates me. Its like the driver that blocks the sidewalk, waiting for traffic to clear-up so they can enter the street, but by doing that you have to go around the car by either the back of the truck, risking that the person may back-up and hit me, or you walk around the front and risk getting hit by a bus. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Selfish bastards.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes the driver will reverse their vehicle and when they do, I wave at them and say “thank-you”…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Phil Nelson, Solange Mukuana, Doctor Lorraine Thompson, and Joyce Lang are not selfish bastards. They’re good friend so of mine. Recently, I sent a movie-proposal out to my friends because I needed money to shoot a short movie. Phil, Joyce, Solange, Lorraine, and Joyce each kicked in money; they became producers for my project. They had the faith in what I as doing because I have a strong faith in my project. That says a lot. Off course I have to make sure they get their money back, but you understand what I am saying. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Faith. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People can tell when you have faith, when you have conviction in your project; they can feel it. They can feel it when you have that deep, convictional faith. I have to have the faith that my projects will happen, even when things look bleak, when things aren’t going good, when it seems like everyone is passing me by, I have to have faith that my vision will become a reality. It was said in the movie &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://cover09.cduniverse.com/MuzeVideoArt/50/200150.jpg"&gt;Shaka Zulu&lt;/a&gt; that “the empire that Shaka&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;created already existed in his mind.” That’s faith.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;How strong is your faith? If you do not know, you will find out. Trust me, your faith will get tested.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talk to you later…!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114315635859100345?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114315635859100345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114315635859100345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114315635859100345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114315635859100345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/03/tree-branch-and-faith.html' title='The tree branch and Faith'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114291728343462475</id><published>2006-03-20T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T00:24:05.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life! Liberty! "9 to 5"????</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Said%20in%20Chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 208px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20in%20Chair.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometime we don’t understand the oppourtunities we have to make a difference.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I watched &lt;a href="http://et.tv.yahoo.com/"&gt;ENTERTAINMENT TONIGHT&lt;/a&gt; a few minutes ago where they talked about this young kid named Matt who had a physical affliction that confined him to a wheel chair. They showed video of him doing a martial arts routine where he was qualifying to receive his next ranking belt. He had a oxygen tube attached to his body. That still didn’t stop him. He also wrote a book with former US President and peanut farmer Jimmy Carter. &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;There’s &lt;a href="http://www.bartcop.com/erikfrontpointingx.jpg"&gt;the blind man who climbed Mount Everest&lt;/a&gt;, there’s the lady who is a quadriplegic who wrote a prize-winning book. There’s the young man in Boston who was using a broom that was bigger than the wheelchair that he was sitting in as he struggled to sweep trash a part of a “Roxbury Clean Up” day. There’s the man who ran a recent marathon, even though his legs were deformed. So many of us convince ourselves out of doing something great because we let negative thoughts into our minds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its extremely difficult to do a movie, its difficult working in this industry. You’re often dealing with different personalities and huge egos. You’re dealing with people who are in it only for the money and people who are in it because they share your vision. You deal with people who don’t really have a reason for why they’re in this industry. You’re dealing actors who think they are the reasons movies exist. I have met actors that haven’t been in any movies, not even as an extra, and they want to know if they will be paid to be in your film. I’ve had actor friends that would call and visit and hang-out with me, but as soon as they found out that I wasn’t going to film for at least 6 months, they disappeared.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me explain something here; if it wasn’t for writers that write the movies and producers that produce the movies there wouldn’t be any movies for actors to act in. Some actors and their entourage may think its because of them that these movies exist. Its not. Some actors may not like that statement, but it’s the truth and I’m sticking with it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Many people&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;think this business is what they see on&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Entertainment Tonight” or&lt;a href="http://extratv.warnerbros.com/"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"EXTRA"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. What they don’t show you is the stars who think they’re bigger than the industry, the people that treat these people like they are bigger than the industry, the nastiness of this business. Tell me: do you really care if &lt;a href="http://i.imdb.com/mptv1.gif"&gt;Paris Hilton&lt;/a&gt; was seen buying her underwear at an expensive store? Do you really care if&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i.imdb.com/mptv1.gif"&gt;Anjelina Jolie and Brad Pit&lt;/a&gt; ate at a restaurant last night? Somebody does, or there weren’t be all these programs that report news like that…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do I do this? Why do I deal with this to make my movies? Because I have something to say. Hollywood isn’t my life, its not my reason for existing. I have something to say, I have to speak for those in my country whose voice were silenced. That’s why I do this. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why do you do what you do? What motivates you? Money? Fame? Prestige? Woman? Men? A picture of me?  Only you have the answer to that. But be true to what you do and don’t let negative thoughts hold you back. If your mother let her thoughts and feelings of pain stop her from giving birth to you , you wouldn’t be here right now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So whatever your dream is, whatever you want to do, go do it! If you saw the movie &lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0133093/"&gt;The Matrix&lt;/a&gt; you’ll remember that &lt;a href="http://whatisthematrix.warnerbros.com/"&gt;Neo&lt;/a&gt; was a “Temp” (a temporary employee) when he was discovered by &lt;a href="http://www.matrixunloaded.com/posters_reloaded_morpheus_full.html"&gt;Morpheus&lt;/a&gt;. With Morpheus trainings, Neo realized that the had the power to be great.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I still wonder why Morpheus wasn’t “The One”. If you can teach “The One”, can't you be “The One”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are you waiting for someone to discover you? You’ll be waiting for along time. Do what you do, do what you love and do what you were wired to do. That is what life is about. God put you here for a reason; wasting away each day doing what you don’t like isn’t why you’re here. If you’re going to suffer, suffer to make sacrifices to achieve your goals. More and more millionaires and billionaires are being created each day. Obviously, the well of goal achievement isn’t empty. So what are you waiting for? Your destiny is waiting for you, go towards it, no one is going to bring it to you!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I’m going to create a Podcast in the near future. I haven’t found any that talks about the issues that I want to know about so like they say, “if you want it done, do it yourself.” Things have been cool as of late, right now I’m storyboarding (illustrations that show what will be filmed) a scene that I want do involving the characters Mulele and Patrice at the grave of Patrice’s sister Kita. Kita was Mulele’s wife. Its an emotional scene, lots of issues are exposed that exist between Mulele and Patrice. Bibi, the one playing Kita is so perfect for the role. So far the cast is tight; everyone has the skills to really elevate this project.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been in negotiations with this LA-Based author to produce his book as a Podacst and a film. We’ve had great discussions, and the deal is basically finalized, just need to work out the paperwork. Its&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a great series. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Today I just had a meeting with out Associate Producer Jamie Burke. She’s an actress, and I had met her at an audition for one of our films. She’s really professional, and I make sure to be available for her to answer questions that she has about this entertainment industry. We&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;had a meeting about one of our films, 9 DAYS OF RAIN. 9 Days Of Rain is like a &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0091635/"&gt;NINE 1/2 WEEKS&lt;/a&gt; meets &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0181984/"&gt;Boiler Room&lt;/a&gt; with House music and Reggae. Jamie’s a great asset and she’s really learning and seeing what it takes to put a production together. She’s going to be dangerous in this business because she’ll know the secrets of the industry from the eyes of a producer. When you meet her you would be surprised to find out that she’s an Electrical Engineer. She told me that she became an engineer &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;so that she could show little black girls that they can do anything they want, they don’t have to dream of being in a music video.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Okay, that’s it for today, and thanks for your company…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=""&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114291728343462475?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114291728343462475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114291728343462475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114291728343462475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114291728343462475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/03/life-liberty-9-to-5.html' title='Life! Liberty! &quot;9 to 5&quot;????'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114258674290762816</id><published>2006-03-17T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T16:06:02.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update and the Sudanese protestors</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hello fans!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Thing shave been crazy the last few days…I had to finalize a budget for a potential investor. God-willing that it comes together, it’ll be a great achievement, but it will only be the beginning of a long journey. We sent the script out to Sanaa Hamri and her manager. She would be my first choice to work to lens (direct) the project. We’ll see what happens. I also have it out to a DP (Director of Photography) here in LA, &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/name/nm0003686/"&gt;Johnny Demp&lt;/a&gt;. He’s from Senegal, and he’s really good. So you see how I want to structure the team behind the camera. John was the DP on the upcoming film &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0490196/"&gt;PH&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0490196/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0490196/"&gt;AT GIRLZ&lt;/a&gt; that stars the comedian MONIQUE. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There’s another project, actually a few that I am working on, but that will stay undercover…I get this on done, everything else will follow…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;We still haven’t found a &lt;a href="http://www.sierra-leone.org/"&gt;Sierra Leone&lt;/a&gt; actress to play the wife of Mulele. We’ve interviewed a few, so the casting directors want to bring them in, but we may have to search nation-wide…If you know any have them email me at skdibinga@yahoo.com.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Turns out that &lt;a href="http://www.ucla.edu/"&gt;University of California, LA&lt;/a&gt; (UCLA) is going to divest from companies that are doing business in &lt;a href="http://www.sudan.net/"&gt;Sudan&lt;/a&gt; because of what is happening in &lt;a href="http://hrw.org/doc?t=africa&amp;amp;c=darfur"&gt;Darfur&lt;/a&gt;. I’m happy that the organizers of the divest campaign got what they fought for. I am dismayed because these same people don’t seem to care or are oblivious about what’s happening in DRCongo. That’s just my opinion. They’ll play their videogames and use their cellphone, both of which use minerals that come from DRCongo.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But the Sudanese protestors won’t get rid of those products, or at least use products that aren’t helping to kill thousands in Eastern Congo with the help of &lt;a href="http://www.essex.ac.uk/armedcon/Countries/Areas%20of%20Africa/cAfrica/Text/DRCongo002.htm"&gt;Rwanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.essex.ac.uk/armedcon/Countries/Areas%20of%20Africa/cAfrica/Text/DRCongo002.htm"&gt; and Uganda&lt;/a&gt;. That’s why I’m doing the movie, to show what’s going on in DRCongo, raise awareness and give muscle to those that are fighting to change what’s happening in Congo, the core of this movie is for humanitarian reasons.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The other script that I’m working on is about the actual war itself. That movie, God willing we film it, will erase all doubt about what really has been happening in Central Africa.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay folks, God bless and talk to you later!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114258674290762816?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114258674290762816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114258674290762816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114258674290762816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114258674290762816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/03/update-and-sudanese-protestors.html' title='Update and the Sudanese protestors'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114211043060544658</id><published>2006-03-11T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:42:44.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day on the set of Prince's "Musicology" music video</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, here’s the Prince video that Sanaa Hamri directed after the Sting Video. Let me tell you, security was TIGHT in this place. Now mind you, I am a &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Prince fan…did I tell you that I am a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt; Prince fan? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So during the playbacks (playback is when the director looks at the footage just was just shot) I’m standing next to Sanaa. She is the coolest of the cool, she never seemed stress. Well she’s in her directors chair to my right. Prince is sitting too her right. It was all that I could do not to say anything to him. He did this song Pheramone that I wan to use in Les Femmes. But I just stayed cool about his presence and focused on what Sanaa needed me to do. I respected Sanaa’s work space, I as there for a job, I didn’t want to do anything that would make her look bad or have Prince say to her something along the line of “Man, what are all these fans boys doing on the set?” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I just chilled and talked to her about Les Femmes and how I wanted to do a few of the shots in Cabo Verde (Cape Verde, off the coast of Western Africa)…after that I went to my spot for the next video shoot…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Now about the shoot. I was really something. So much went into it. &lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062857/K=Fatima+Robinson/v=2/SID=w/l=II/R=1/SS=i/OID=48d06654a7060aa6/;_ylt=A0Je5m16MxNE9xUBTbqJzbkF;_ylu=X3oDMTBjMHZkMjZyBHBvcwMxBHNlYwNzcg--/SIG=1e2fjm1il/EXP=1142195450/*-http%3A//images.search.yahoo.com/search/images/view?back=http%3A%2F%2Fimages.search.yahoo.com%2Fsearch%2Fimages%3Ffr%3Dush1-mail%26p%3DFatima%2520Robinson&amp;w=236&amp;amp;h=350&amp;imgurl=www.newyorksocialdiary.com%2Fpartypictures%2F2003%2F8.19.03%2FFatima-Robinson.jpg&amp;amp;rurl=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.newyorksocialdiary.com%2Fsocialdiary%2F2003%2Fsocialdiary08_19_03.php&amp;size=23.5kB&amp;amp;name=Fatima-Robinson.jpg&amp;p=Fatima+Robinson&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;type=jpeg&amp;no=1&amp;amp;tt=16&amp;ei=UTF-8"&gt;Fatima Robinson&lt;/a&gt; did some serious choreography. When the tap dancers came out and did their routine&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I was stunned They were awesome. The lady standing on the stage behind Prince wearing the red dress is Nigerian. She studies at that time) at the University of Southern California. I got her contact number but misplaced it.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I wanted here for this Sci-Fi thriller I wrote called Ghost Forest. LA is a small town I’m sure I’ll bump into her again.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I appear in the scene where these two guys try to get into the club but aren't properly dressed. The doorman pushes them to the side to allow well dressed group of people into the club. After the man (holding money)  and woman walks past the two guys, behind the couple you will see me wearing a dark-blue suit with a white shirt and tie. I have my hands on my chest. You next see me from behind looking at the two guys who are trying to get into the club. Its not a long shot but you can make me out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;The guy behind me in the Bollo hat is my friend Heath Gunn. He also plays one of the security guards that is taking people off the stage…That shoot was fun, but again I learned a lot by watching Sanaa. Enjoy!

Here’s the links:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;

(MTV.com) &lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96781308/K=musicology/v=2/OID=3fc2f62a042460fe/SID=w/l=VDI/;_ylt=A9FJqGSmKRNEqG4B4B38w8QF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=12fp1okta/EXP=1142192934/*-http%3A//www.mtv.com/partners/yahoo/playvideo.jhtml?vid=30041"&gt;Musicology&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt;(AOL.com –has 16 second commercial – no need to register)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96781308/K=musicology/v=2/OID=090dcd1946e07f9c/SID=w/l=VDI/;_ylt=A9FJpPbqMBNELxwBHVT8w8QF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=12tvhbp71/EXP=1142194794/*-http%3A//mp.aol.com/video.index.adp?pmmsid=1133297&amp;amp;_AOLFORM=w708.h344.p7.R1"&gt;Musicology&lt;/a&gt;


&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114211043060544658?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114211043060544658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114211043060544658&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114211043060544658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114211043060544658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-on-set-of-princes-musicology-music.html' title='A day on the set of Prince&apos;s &quot;Musicology&quot; music video'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114210439074258313</id><published>2006-03-11T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:06:30.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day on the set of Stings "Send Your Love " music video.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I've received a lot of emails asking me about a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sting video&lt;/span&gt; directed by &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.lonelyplanet.com/mapimages/africa/morocco/morocco.gif"&gt;Moroccon&lt;/a&gt;-born &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.moroccotimes.com/paper/images/20060115_B_Sanaa.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.moroccotimes.com/paper/article.asp%3Fidr%3D49%26id%3D12160&amp;amp;h=291&amp;w=260&amp;amp;sz=31&amp;tbnid=Ofw75oTknM0bIM:&amp;amp;tbnh=110&amp;tbnw=98&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=1&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsanaa%2Bhamri%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official_s%26sa%3DG"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sanaa Hamri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that I appeared in a little over a year ago. Well here is the link to it. Her first feature film “Something New” was released a few weeks ago.  The young boy in the video, who I hear is now taller than me (I’m 5’11), is also from the &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.grandslacs.net/assets/cartes/drcongo-3.jpg"&gt;DRCongo&lt;/a&gt;. He had know idea that the video was going to be on worldwide television. He thought that it was a home video and that Sting was a wrestler, and wanted to leave so that he could go home and do his homework…He was sooooo spoiled that day! I’m the guy in the blue suit that hugs on the street…we shot that scene several times because he wouldn’t let go of me, he was supposed to act like he didn’t know me, but he did and I would hold him because I knew that he was nervous…He did great…
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enjoy the video! Here’s the video:
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;(in Realplayer)“&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96781308/K=send+your+love/v=2/OID=03410b984c0b8e9f/SID=w/l=VDI/;_ylt=A9FJpPXTIRNEiRsByh38w8QF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=13p9l085n/EXP=1142190931/*-http%3A//demand1.stream.aol.com/ramgen/aol/us/aolmusic/artists/universal/sting/sting_sendyourlove_nb.rm"&gt;Send Your Love&lt;/a&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;
(in Quicktime) "&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96781308/K=send+your+love/v=2/OID=d491cee3c0824d74/SID=w/l=VDI/;_ylt=A9FJqGP7IhNEvn8AGlX8w8QF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4NDgyNWN0BHNlYwNwcm9m/SIG=134533dqs/EXP=1142191227/*-http%3A//dimsrm.fplive.net/http/dims/digitas/20030922/7_sting_music_video_300k.mov"&gt;Send Your Love&lt;/a&gt;"&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:11;"  &gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For some reason, the Quicktime is clearer and crisper then the RealPlayer..!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I look forward to the day when Sanaa and I work together on one of my films. I’d love for her to direct the Congo film, I sent the script to her. We’ll see what happens. She is a true professional and represents the North African community with class and grace…the production closed down a few city blocks but she was so calm through the shoot. I watched her as she moved between shoots, always planning and the funny thing is that I was looking for her for over a year before we finally meet because I wanted her to direct my female-led action film,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Les Femmes&lt;/span&gt;. She’s great.
&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style=""&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114210439074258313?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114210439074258313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114210439074258313&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114210439074258313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114210439074258313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/03/day-on-set-of-stings-send-your-love.html' title='A day on the set of Stings &quot;Send Your Love &quot; music video.'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114187322419413084</id><published>2006-03-08T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:15:47.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stupidity inside "Hollywood"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/hollywood_sign.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/hollywood_sign.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Y’know. How do I say this nicely? There are to many people l in this Entertainment business that don’t need to be!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Last week I'm on the phone with the management company for &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://chinesename.blogspirit.com/images/wallpaper/halibr.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://chinesename.blogspirit.com/archive/2005/01/20/how_can_i_get_my_chinese_name.html&amp;amp;h=768&amp;w=1024&amp;amp;sz=80&amp;tbnid=CHRG2q6cnD4J:&amp;amp;tbnh=112&amp;tbnw=150&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dhalle%2Bberry%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D&amp;oi=imagesr&amp;amp;start=1"&gt;Halle Berry&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;a href="www.vincentcirrincione.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Vincent Cirrincione Associates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I have no idea how I ended up on the phone with them. I’m not interested in Halle being a part of this particular project. She does not speak &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Lingala, KiSwahili, Tshiluba or French&lt;/span&gt;. I don't think she'd be interested in a film like this. It wold help raise awareness of the issues illustrated within the movie, but I don't think she cares or even knows about those issues. I could be wong, but Halle and I have never sat down and spoke over fufu. I think her agencythey submitted (sent) an actors package to me. Anyways, this woman named &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt; answers the phone. We have a pleasant conversation, and I tell her that she’s in an important position because she’s in the phone all day playing gatekeeper.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;During the conversation (remember that I don’t know this woman) I mention that that we’re looking for French speaking French speakers for this project in the near future. She says that she has some friends that can speak the language. I ask her where are they from? She says Rwanda. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I think to myself, "Oh really?" &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I ask her if they speak &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;KinyaRwandan&lt;/span&gt; which is one of Rwanda’s national languages. She’s not sure so she calls them, then emails me that they do speak the that language (she spells it &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kenya/Rwandan&lt;/span&gt;). She asks me to email her the script and that she is going to have her “friend” call me.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I said that if everything worked out I will give Shana a credit for helping to cast Rwandans. Common protocol is that she would look at the script and tell me if she feels her “friend” can do the part.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So I send her the script. A week passes by without my getting a phone call from Shana’s “friend”. So yesterday I called Shana and tell her that I didn’t hear from this person that she was supposed to have call me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The following is the conversation that then took place between Shana and I.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: I didn’t hear from your friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: What? She’s supposed to call you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Yeah, but I haven’t heard from her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: She should have called you, I sent her the screenplay.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: You sent her what script?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: The script you sent to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: You shouldn’t have sent it to her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: She needed to know what the project is about.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: No she didn’t, not at this stage. We first need to know if she can speak the language. You&lt;span style=""&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;should not have done that.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Its no big deal, I didn’t send it to everybody.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: It is. The script said “confidential. It says on the cover that the script can’t be passed out without my permission.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Trust me its not a big deal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(“It’s no big deal” to her probably because she’s never written a script that was worth making confidential.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Where does your freind live?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: In Houston.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Houston? What does she do in Houston?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: She’s an electrical engineer. She has a cousin that lives here in LA and is an actress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: (really calm) She’s an electrical engineer living in Huston? How is she going to be in a film that is being shot in LA when she works in Houston fulltime? You send it someone in Houston that’s not an actress, but you don’t send it to the actress that lives her in Los Angeles.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Well I’m really busy right now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(she says that because she’s’ not woman enough to say that she screwed up.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Its no big deal.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: I’m going to hear form my producers.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Just don’t tell them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Obviously Ms. Shana doesn’t respect people that invest in projects. Do you think that she’ll tell her boss Mister Vincent that she just screwed up? No she won’t. But I will when he and I meet. Hollywood isn’t that big. You can bump into anyone anywhere at anytime)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Okay, I’m going to call her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Please do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I hang up the phone and call Kristi to tell her what happened. Kristi is shocked.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You see, I don’t want that screenplay floating around the Rwandan internet community because I don’t know who will be appreciative of the story or who will hate the story because it shows a Rwandan Tutsi soldier playing a killer. . People or communities can act funny., They can even kill you if they don’t agree with your point of view. I’ve seen it happened.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So then I call Joyce in Atlanta to tell her what happened. As my executive producer, she calls Shana to find out what happened. Joyce calls me back and this is what she said Miss Shana told her about her conversation wiht me:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: Said shouted at me (I didn’t)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: I don’t like the way he talked to me.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Joyce asked for the information on the person that she had sent the screenplay:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: We can’t give you that information. We don’t give out client information. We know that Rwandan community and was going to help Said find Rwandans. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Now her friends a client? Uhm, I wasn’t asking for help in “finding Rwandans”. Shana volunteered that she knew some and wanted to recruit them. Shana did this of her own volition. Please, if I wanted to find a Rwandans, I’d go look in Atlanta)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: We’re not going to work with Said. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(Work with me? I don’t need them to work with me. I don’t know them. Oh please.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: I don’t even want to talk to Said. If he calls I’m going to call the police. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;(This Shana woman is obviously not part of this realty. She screwed up. I have a legal right to sue her and her agency for violating the written agreement on the script that says if you send the script out with out my approval, you will be sued.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So Joyce explains to her that she needs to delete the email and that if anything happens with the script that heads will roll.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Guess what Shana says?
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Shana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;: We’ll I’m busy right now. (Heard this before? Coward)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Joyce says a few more things and finishes the call. How Joyce handled that call, THAT’S how business needs to be done!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Now you see why I do not like Hollywood, to many people have egos that are bigger than their job description. Believe me should myself and Vincent or Halle ever meet that I’m going to tell them how Shana acted, which was very unprofessional. The person on the phone is a representative of the company no matter what field. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The stupidity within Hollywood. It can drive to drink.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;And I don’t drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114187322419413084?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114187322419413084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114187322419413084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114187322419413084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114187322419413084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/03/stupidity-inside-hollywood.html' title='The Stupidity inside &quot;Hollywood&quot;'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114170730074188641</id><published>2006-03-06T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T02:28:23.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tsotsi wins Ocsar Award so its time to move on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You can imagine my reaction when &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Tsotsi won an Academy Award for Best Foreign Language film&lt;/span&gt;. I was soooo disappointed. People could not wait to call me, since they know my feelings on the film. I wrote a listserve for South African filmmakers and said that event though I feel the movie sucks, I congratulated them on the achievement. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I don’t know. So disappointed, but hey the Continental African won. Did you see how the director sat near the front but the two leads actors sat in the back by the emergency exit? I thought segregation was over. The other nominated directors were surrounded by their actors. Not in this case for the Africans. It was a disgrace. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Oh well. I have to finish two screenplays by the end of March, it more than a challenge to me, its to put pressure on myself. One is a script on a Roman Emperor, the other is a screenplay of an Ethiopian warrior…Should be fun, and I’ll keep you posted…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;AND&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I feel that Terrence Howard should have sung the song. If you can act the role, you can go all the way. How many people can say that they sang lead on an Oscar Winning song? Taraji Henson didn’t care, she knew that last night was her moment…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;There’s a lot of rumors as to why Terrence didn’t sing, and should we ever meet, I’m going to ask him why he didn’t sing…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Talk to you later!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114170730074188641?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114170730074188641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114170730074188641&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114170730074188641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114170730074188641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/03/tsotsi-wins-ocsar-award-so-its-time-to.html' title='Tsotsi wins Ocsar Award so its time to move on...'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114156237378176398</id><published>2006-03-05T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:17:33.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Review of Tsotsi</title><content type='html'>&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Alright folks, I am posting here my thought on the South African Film &lt;a href="http://www.ioncinema.com/beta/images/upload/5130poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tsotsi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. I just can't get over how poorly put-together I thought that it was. I mean, &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.greecetravel.com/archaeology/mitsopoulou/feathers/photos/africa1.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.greecetravel.com/archaeology/mitsopoulou/feathers/page2.htm&amp;amp;h=200&amp;w=204&amp;amp;sz=10&amp;tbnid=kfUvaIXTFLgs9M:&amp;amp;tbnh=97&amp;tbnw=99&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=8&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3DShaka%2BZulu%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official_s%26sa%3DG"&gt;Shaka Zulu&lt;/a&gt; was a better picture, and it was made during apartheid! Okay, deep breath. Here's my review...Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Review of Tsotsi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Written By Said Yenga Kakese wa Dibinga&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Sunday, March 05, 2006&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I respect filmmaker Gavins Hood drive to get Tsotsi to the screen. Only those in the film industry can understand a difficult task that is making a movie. Making a movie is difficult. Making a good movie is harder. Tsotsi isn’t a good movie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;As a filmgoer, I feel, along with a few other filmmakers here in Los Angeles that Tsotsi is both unoriginal and contradictory in its message of redemption. Tsotsi, “thug” in Tsotsi-tal is as stereotypical as the many products that Hollywood produces that portrays black males as criminals.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Acting wise, Tsotsi stays with one expression through the whole film.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Lets start at the beginning of this movie.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;We’re on the train somewhere in the city where after we’ve seen earlier a gentleman buying a scarf, Tsotsi an is friend rob and murder him on a train.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Later at a restaurant in Soweto, Tsotsi’s friend questions him about his past, about his morals, saying that Tsotsi went too far in killing the man. I said to myself that here is where Tsotsi stands up and beats up his friend. No sooner had I finished that thought, sure enough, Tsotsi stands up and damn near murders his friend be pounding&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;him in the face.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi flees the restaurant for the hills of Soweto, where next we find Tsotsi in front of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a really nice house with gated entrance. And moments later a BMW (maybe a Mercedes) pulls up and a black woman steps out of the car and speaks into the gate intercom asking (apparently her husband) to open th&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wait; are we still in South Africa? She’s not the house cleaner? She has to be the house cleaner;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;black people in South African don’t live like this in South Africa.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That’s the thought I’m sure went through&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;many of the people in attendance at this screening. That scene didn’t bother me because I like seeing Black people living well, but I digress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi runs across the street, jumps into the car, the women manages to open the door of the car, he shoots her in the chest, knocking her back into the street. She crawls to the car as Tsotsi speeds off.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Well this is obviously going to be a fresh new story.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Speeding down the highway, Tsotsi hears a baby crying in the backseat. He stops the car, looks to the backseat and sees a baby. The movie than goes as follows (maybe be a bit out of sequential order, but not too much)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;He takes the baby home in a paper bag. Tsotsi’s home is about as big as the closet in the bedroom of the house form where Tsotsi stole the baby. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi changes the babies diapers, replacing them with newspaper. Sometime later, Tsotsi sees a girl (Terry Pheto I believe, a strong actress) standing near his house with a baby strapped to her back. He asks his friend who she is and he tells her who she is, that the baby is hers. The woman used to sell jewelry that would hang from rope tied to a ceiling. However, since the death of the father of her baby, she hasn't made any new jewelry. Tsotsi and the girl stare at each other for a few moments before she walks off.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Later, with baby in hand, Tsotsi breaks into the woman’s home, and at gun point forces to woman ( who is breast feeding her own child) and demands that she breast feed the stolen child.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Visions of sexual abuse during slavery flashed through my mind. She puts her baby down and does as ordered. Initially, Tsotsi doesn’t even have the decency (then again, he did shoot the baby’s mother) to turn around to give the woman some privacy. He stares at her like she is a Fat-free milk machine. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;South Africa submitted this film to the Academy awards for best foreign picture?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I digress.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;When she is finished, Tsotsi takes the baby and leaves, but not before threatening to kill the women if she tells anyone. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now we see the father in his hospital with his wife, and two detectives (one black, one white) who are questioning the husband. The husband has been asking questions and keeps getting the same answer from the Detectives, “we don’t know.” The father of the stolen child demands to know what the detectives do know.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The husband tells them, “My child better be in my wife’s bed when she regains consciousness.” That was one of the best lines in the movie. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now this is what I want to see: a caring and loving father. Nevertheless, the audience is left wondering why does the father command such respect from the detectives? Especially the white one. Are we still in South Africa? Black people talk to white people like that? Where’s my passport.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now back to the matter at hand. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;We get flashes of Tsotsi’s oppressive childhood, requisite with Tsotsi’s mother dying of some illness (AIDS? They kept showing a poster “AIDS affects us all)&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;and Tsotsi’s mentally abusive father who broke the back of the family dog. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So let me see if I understand this: we’re supposed to dislike the father because he crippled the dog and doesn’t care for his sick wife? Yet were supposed to care for Tsotsi, who not only forces one woman to force-feed a stolen child,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;He also beat up his friend, shoots the mother, steals the car, keeps the baby, sees the mother again to force feed the child, keeps the baby in a shopping bag under his bed? This is the lead in the film?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Realizing that he has no food to feed the baby, Tsotsi&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;goes BACK to the house with two of his friends to get the baby food. I guess they were criminal enough to think about robbing a grocery store to get the food. After arriving at the baby’s home of residence, Tsotsi and his friends watch the father pull up in a Mercedes Benz (or was it a BMW?) to the outside gate where Tsotsi had earlier shoot the mans wife.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now, what is the story of the baby’s family? It would that be a great story to Tsotsi seeing the life he could have had. In the book that this movie is based on, Tsotsi lost his family to politics during apartheid. That would have been a good opportunity for social commentary? A great opportunity for South Africa to show the world that not all black people live in poverty. Gavin Hood, unfortunately, recently stated that poverty in South Africa isn’t about race, its about economics.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Uh, yeah, if you are a Black person in South Africa, and since the time of the Soweto uprising, you’ve been paid less then everyone else because of the color of your skin, you will be at the bottom of the economic ladder. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So Tsotsi and his friends run towards the father of the baby-in-the-shopping-bag and force him inside the house where they tie him up.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;While Tsotsi stands in the bedroom deciding what food to buy, I mean steal; one of his friends finds a gun in another closet. The father of the baby manages to set off the house alarm, and just as Tsotsi’ friend is about to shoot the father; Tsotsi shoots his friend in the head and leaves him for dead as he and his other friend escapes the house.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now back at the girl-who-is-forced to feed Tsotsi’s stolen bay at gun points house, Tsotsi has the audacity to stand in front of her house, and upon seeing her arrive late, he asks her, “Where have you been?” This brought a few chuckles from the viewing audience. Had that been some of the women I know, he would still be standing there as she walked into the house, slammed the door in his face and called the police.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi and his friend give the car to a gang leader who in turn pays Tsotsi for the vehicle. Tsotsis’ friend wants to know when will Tsotsi kill him? Tsotsi is stunned by this question. His friend tells him, that Tsotsi beat one of their friends, and shot dead the other one. “When is it my turn?’ ask the friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi gives him his cut of the money earned from selling the car and walks away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Did I forget to tell you about the other friend, the one that Tsotsi beat up in the beginning of the film? I will in a moment because now we see that the mother of the stolen child helped compile a sketch of Tsotsi for the two detectives….the hunt is on…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;at one point in the film goes to see the friend that he had beat up at the beginning of the film. The friends laid up in the house with the bar owner, and the bar owner (a woman) giving him medical attention. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi proceeds to try to convince the friend to come with him. Tsotsi asks, “who found you in the street when you didn’t know your name? Who found you on the street when you were drunk from beer that she sold you? Who was there for you my brother?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Had Gavin Hood had any sense of reality, he would have had Tsotsi’s friend look Tsotsi dead in the eyes with the one good eye that Tsotsi left him with and ask him, “Who put me in this situation in the first place?” His friend would then look away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi would have been standing there with one of the two expressions he shows in the whole film…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So Tsotsi’s friend decides to go stay at Tsotsi’s house. The Tsotsi and his friends, when finding out that the friend he beat up is short two credits to finish a school program, Tsotsi says that they will pay for his friend to finish the program. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi didn’t have money to buy milk for the baby who is in this scene is under-the-bed-in-a-shopping-bag. Now Tsotsi is going to get his friend a scholarship to finish school? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi doesn’t want his friend with him because he felt bad for what he did. No. Tsotsi wanted his friend there so that he can have a babysitter to watch the child who in this scene is under-the-bed-in-a-shopping-bag.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now Tsotsi is back inside the girl-forced-to-feed-Tsotsi’-stolen-baby-at-gun-point’s house.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He sits at the table in the kitchen like he’s her husband , and she makes him some dinner. After putting a plate of food in front of him, he begins to eat. She tells him that she tells him that she knows who the baby belongs too. Tsotsi tries to act tough. She tells him that “being nice to the baby won’t give its mother back her legs.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi pushes back the plate in horror, realizing that&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;he has paralyzed the baby’s mother.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When Tsotsi thought that he killed her, he showed no remorse. Now he finds out that the mothers paralyzed because he shot her in the chest, and he’s in terror?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Earlier in the movie, didn’t Tsotsi go back to the baby’s house to rob the father to get food for the baby? While he was there, did he ask how the baby’s mother was doing? Did he apologize for apparently killing her? Tsotsi did neither. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The bar owner has called the police, telling them that she knows where the baby is. The two detectives storm the house and find Tsotsis’ friend in bed, but no baby. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now here’s something that most black males that has had the unfortunate situation of being questioned by two police officers, with one cop being white and the other black. The white cop will usually do all the talking; he’ll be the rational one. The black cop has to be a little harder. The black cop must prove that he is a police officer and not a thug like the one he is threatening. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;You don't believe me? See John Singletons “Boys IN The Hood”, which was done years ago. Remember that scene where the black cop has Cuba Gooding Jr., hemlocked on the car hood, and Cuba says to the black cop, “I didn’t do anything.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The black cop places his gun at Cuba’s head and says to him, “You’re nothing but a nigger.” Cuba says nothing as a tear runs down Cuba’s face. Many black males have either gone through a similar&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;scenario or know a black male that has. I have personally experienced an encounter like this. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi has the same thing. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The two detectives burst into Tsotsi’s room. Guess who is the aggressive one and ready to shoot the man laying in bed? You guessed it, the short black cop. The white cop is speaks calmly. Its only because the bar owner that accompanied the detectives tells the black cop that’s not Tsotsi in the bed that the black cop doesn’t shoot Tsotsi’ friend.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So now Tsotsi, I’ll skip the required flashback to his youth and get to the part where now he, wearing a clean shirt and newly pressed Armani pants is now walking through the outskirts of Soweto: a place suffering the indignity of being the setting of this movie.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He is now apparently on as spiritual journey. Why shouldn’t he be at this point?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi killed&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;a guy on the train, beat his friend almost to death, steals a car, shoots and paralyzes the woman driving the car, keeps the baby he finds in the back-seat of the car, force a woman at gun point to breast feed the stolen baby, goes back to the baby’s’ house to steal food from the baby’s fathers house, shoots his friend that was going to shoot the baby’s father, then cons he’s friend (that he had almost killed earlier) to provide free child care, and in the process the friend almost gets himself shot by the black cop who thinks Tsotsi’s bed-ridden friend is lying about not knowing where Tsotsi is.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Did I&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;miss something? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now Tsotsi and the-baby-in-the-shopping bag walk through the area where Tsotsi used to live (in cement circular shelters). On his way there he sees some missionaries worshiping in the distance. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I turned to my friend and told her, “the-baby-in-the-shopping bag has already suffered enough. Don’t give the baby to the missionaries.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;What the baby is supposed to be raised like Moses and come back a free the babies of South Africa? I can see the now foully grown baby-in-a-shopping-bag-grows coming down form the hills of Cape Town carrying to large replicas of Baby Bottles that the Burning Pamper Bush told him was behind the rock to his left. On these Baby Bottle Templates are the Ten Commandments, with the first commandment saying, “Thou Shalt Not Keep baby in shopping bag under a bed with bread crumbs so that ants may eat baby”. Thankfully, he didn’t give the baby to the missionaries&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi then speaks to the kids he meets at his old hang-out. I’m serious when I write that these kids pulled at my heart strings. After telling the children that he used to live in one of the cement tubes he offers the-bay-in-the-shopping-bag o the children. I am not sure if he was serious or joking. The kids decline the offer. I’m surprised that Tsotsi didn’t pull his gun out and force them to take the baby.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Tsotsi’s salvation arrives in the form of the movie almost being over.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So here we are at the end of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;the movie that Gavin Hood recently proclaimed&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;on NPR.ORG, that Tsotsi is going to be “one of the most important film to come of South Africa.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now we’re near the end of Tsotsi; both as a character and a movie. The baby’s father sits next to his wife who sits in bed. A South African police officer is stationed downstairs in the kitchen making Kenyan Tea.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The police officer sees Tsotsi standing outside the houses’ front gate as he holds the baby-in-the-shopping-bag. Apparently, the Gavin Hood ran out of things to say at this point because Tsotsi, who is the subject of a two-person manhunt just stands there. He doesn’t leave the bay at the gate, push the button and say in Tsoti-tal, “I left your baby at the front gate. Tsotsi stands there like the little kid in Close Encounter&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Of&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Third Kind when the little kid opened the door and saw the spaceships floating above the cornfield.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;A true criminal, based on&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;my research, would have left the baby at the gate with a pre-written note, and would have then ran away like he was a British colonial soldier who just received orders to go back to Shaka Zulu’s capital city “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;KwaBulawayo” (`the place of the murder')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So the cop in the kitchen calls the police, and he tells the father upstairs that Tsotsi is standing in front of the gate.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now I must ask this question. When the two detectives went into Soweto to apprehend Tsotsi, didn’t they arrive in a sports utility truck?&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;However, when the police arrive to arrest Tsotsi in front of the baby’s families home, they come with about 5 to 6 police cars, sirens wailing. Is this to say that there is more crime in the suburbs of South Africa? Well, looking at this movie you one could easily come to that conclusion because a car gets jacked in the suburbs, mother gets shot in the suburb’s, a boy gets shot in the head in the suburbs, and a guy gets stabbed to death on the train in the city. In the Soweto of the movie, the only violence that happened is Tsotsi almost beating his friend to death.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So Tsotsi leaves the bay and starts to walk, not run, walks away. He runs back to the baby when it begins to cry, where he takes it out of the bag and hold it. Do you know that feeling you get when you watch a horror movie and the college, and the teenager, upon hearing something thrown against the window, goes outside into the poring rain to investigate, when you know that there’s a killer waiting for them outside behind the sugarcane?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;This film was submitted by South African to be the Best Film in the Foreign language category? That’s akin to submitting Soul Plane to the Oscars as a symbol of how far Black people have come in Hollywood.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I’m surprised that Tsotsi didn’t pull out his gun and force the baby to stop crying at gunpoint.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;So the father and mother are downstairs, Tsotsi is surrounded by police, and don’t forget that black detective. Why did I bring him up? Because the father, via the white officer, orders all the police to lower their weapons. Everyone does as ordered accept the black detective, he hesitates, he is conflicted. About what, I don’t know. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now let me juxtapose this scene in another movie: the US film “Set It Off”. If you had seen that film, you will remember that towards the end of the film, when one of the robbers is in a stand-off with the police, the white police officer orders everyone to lower their weapons. Everyone does except for the BLACK FEMALE COP STANDING BEHIND HIM. Oh no, she has an attitude, she puts her gun away with such reluctance its surprising she didn’t just shoot the suspect and say that her gun accidentally went off as she lowered it to put it in her holster. It’s happened. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Recently here in Los Angeles, and cop pulled over a speeding vehicle. The cop stood over the passenger who was outside of the car and on his knees with his hands up in the hair. The cop (this is on video and the audio is playing) orders the person to stand up. The person on his knees repeats repeatedly, “Okay, I’m standing up, I’m standing up”, and as he does so the cop shoots him three&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;times! This is all caught on videotape. Now they want to do an investigation of what happened before and after the tape. The person who got shot lived, but you see my point?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now, the black detective has lowered his gun, and Tsotsi&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;stands there with tears streaming from his eyes. The father approaches Tsotsi and he hands over the baby. The father then slowly moves back&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;behind his gate while Tsotsi gets on his knees.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;I’m surprised that the director Gavin Hood, to milk this climax for all its worth, didn’t have the wheel-chair-bound mother go to&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Tsotsi and to get her baby.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Now let me tell you that after all Tsotsi has done, this is how it would happen. Tsotsi would have yelled, "Wait" as he reaches under shirt. The black cop would shoot Tsotsi.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In slow motion Tsotsi would fall to the ground dead, landing on his side, then rolling onto his back. His life would pass before his eyes as he takes one last breath and dies. As the mother, and baby&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;head back into her house, the cops approach Tsotsi and stand over his dead body.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;In Tsotsi right hand isn’t a gun. Instead they find a little stuffed animal and a small piece of jewelry with a little string attached so that it can be hung over the baby’s crib. It’s a jewelry that the mother that Tsotsi forced to feed the stolen child used to make and sells for a living. The white cop picks the rope up, and watches the jewelry piece glitter under the lights of the street lights.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;The black cop though,&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;searches Tsotsi’s body for a gun, saying repeatedly, “I know he had a gun. I know he had a gun.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;If you never went to South Africa and saw this film, would you want to go? If this is the image that South African filmmakers want to portray to the world?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Well if the film wins the Oscar for Best Film in&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Foreign Language Movie, than its another accomplishment for Continental African cinema.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;But at what cost?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Said Kakese Dibinga, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;Said Yenga Kakese wa Dibinga, is a screenplay writer and free-lance editor based in Los Angeles California. He can be reached at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;a href="mailto:skdibinga@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;i&gt;skdibinga@yahoo.com&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114156237378176398?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114156237378176398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114156237378176398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114156237378176398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114156237378176398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-review-of-tsotsi.html' title='My Review of Tsotsi'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114120299322745505</id><published>2006-02-28T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T00:49:53.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates, toothaches, and blah, blah, blah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;    Starbucks is now going to sell Rwanda Tea?....WHAT THE F-?!?!?! After what they are doing in Eastern Congo? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Looting million and killing millions and this is how Rwanda is rewarded?!?!?!? Amazing...Kagame probably has Hutu prisoners digging up the ground to plant the coffee beans.. I'm officially boycotting Starbucks until this travesty of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; indignational proportions is corrected...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The same people who are screaming, "Boycott Sudan, Divest from Sudan", will now be saying that while holding their latte's.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;    Okay, nothing political right now, I'll hold back my thoughts...or I'll just post them in my DRCNN blog...

    Its been awhile I know since I've last posted, I'm just involved in so much and I've spent the last few days streamlining the operations and just life in general....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;like the fact that I have to get these roots canal done in the near future because this pain in my jaw at times keeps me up laaaaaaate at night! I can only take so much painkillers..."Tylonal 500mg" is my constant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; companion...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;….where was I?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;
    Oh yeah, I saw Tsotsi a few days ago...movie looked good, but let me tell you about Hollywood, when they say a movie "looks good", they really mean that the plot/storyline sucked. And let me tell you, Tsotsi was a movie that had me shaking my head when I left it with Kristie.... If you never new anything about South Africa and you saw this movie, you wouldn't want to know anything about South Africa let alone visit there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So this is what I'm going to do, I'm going to post a review of the movie this Friday, 2 days before the Oscar, this way you will have had enough time to see the movie. Me? I don't see how it was even considered for "best foreign film"...
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;    Now back to the productions at hand...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;
    I finished the latest draft to the Congo script a few days ago, and sent it out to a few of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; leads. I made a few changes in terms of language in that I wanted to display more of our ethnic language instead of the languages &lt;b&gt;Continental African&lt;/b&gt; acquired because of Colonialism. Because I find that Sadiq (Mulele in the film) speaks Crio, a language of Sierra Language, I changed the language to Crio that he speaks in a few scenes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;    I'm sending the screenplay to John Prendagast. John is a Special advisor to Crisisgroup.org.  We met in Sacramento in April of 2005 when he was a keynote speaker at Cal State Sacramento Conflict and Resolution. I was a presenter there and it was odd because just a few days before the event I was thinking that John and I should me. Well we finally did, and we are told that the organizers of the conference felt that we had too much fun in CalState.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;    I guess they felt that we should be stuck up and bourgeois like academic intellectuals tend to be at this Conference…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So after John went back to DC and I went back to Los Angeles I asked him if he would be interested in doing a cameo in the film and I said he would! That was cool. Now if these Hollywood “stars”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;who haven’t even been mentioned on Nightline (John was profiled twice) would be so humble the world would be a better place…and produce better movies…now let me introduce you to the ladies in the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;production. They are as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Kristi%20as%20Geneva.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 143px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Kristi%20as%20Geneva.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Kristie Latray&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;" &gt;(as Geneva, top photo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shapetype id="_x0000_t75" coordsize="21600,21600" spt="75" preferrelative="t" path="m@4@5l@4@11@9@11@9@5xe" filled="f" stroked="f"&gt;  &lt;v:stroke joinstyle="miter"&gt;  &lt;v:formulas&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="if lineDrawn pixelLineWidth 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 1 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum 0 0 @1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @2 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @3 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @0 0 1"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @6 1 2"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelWidth"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @8 21600 0"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="prod @7 21600 pixelHeight"&gt;   &lt;v:f eqn="sum @10 21600 0"&gt;  &lt;/v:formulas&gt;  &lt;v:path extrusionok="f" gradientshapeok="t" connecttype="rect"&gt;  &lt;o:lock ext="edit" aspectratio="t"&gt; &lt;/v:shapetype&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1027" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:84pt;" ole=""&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/ADA~1.CSS/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image001.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:oleobject type="Embed" progid="MSPhotoEd.3" shapeid="_x0000_i1027" drawaspect="Content" objectid="_1202677711"&gt;  &lt;/o:OLEObject&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bibi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amos&lt;/span&gt; (as Kita, middle photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1026" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:101.25pt;height:127.5pt'" ole=""&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/ADA~1.CSS/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image003.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:oleobject type="Embed" progid="MSPhotoEd.3" shapeid="_x0000_i1026" drawaspect="Content" objectid="_1202677712"&gt;  &lt;/o:OLEObject&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;), &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;and &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joella Benoit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;as Mujinga,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--[if gte vml 1]&gt;&lt;v:shape id="_x0000_i1025" type="#_x0000_t75" style="'width:86.25pt;height:129pt'" ole=""&gt;  &lt;v:imagedata src="file:///C:/DOCUME~1/ADA~1.CSS/LOCALS~1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_image005.png" title=""&gt; &lt;/v:shape&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if !vml]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;o:oleobject type="Embed" progid="MSPhotoEd.3" shapeid="_x0000_i1025" drawaspect="Content" objectid="_1202677714"&gt;  &lt;/o:OLEObject&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bottom photo&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not pictured is Solange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Hepburn, Nday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Kalubi, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Simba Dibinga (misengamanagement.com),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Bibi%20as%20Kita.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 141px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Bibi%20as%20Kita.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; Mikolo, Thoto, Omekongo Dibinga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; (omekongo.com)and a few other folks…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The feedback &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;on the script has been&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; extremely positive ad the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; opinions of each person has went a long way to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; strengthening the project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Joella%20as%20Mujinga.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 97px; height: 143px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Joella%20as%20Mujinga.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Each person that reads it is a different audience so I get interesting opinions…The composers for the movie is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dig&lt;/span&gt; who is with &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Synchmasters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and a great musician and composer from Tanzania named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Emmanuel&lt;/span&gt;. I’m looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; to use to music from Congo and want to make sure that the musical rights are obtained properly so that the owners can receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; royalties. Artist like Franco, Koffi Olomide, the Luba traditional song NJANJA, Tshiela Muana. I’m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; serious, they are part of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; proposed soundtrack, and if we can strike a deal we’ll use the songs but I want to
make sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; the respective artist receive royalties…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Okay, some of you are on dial-up so I’m going to end here. Tomorrow I’m going to fill you in on how the casting sessions were put together and some other good stuff…remember, if you want to be different, be yourself…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114120299322745505?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114120299322745505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114120299322745505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114120299322745505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114120299322745505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/02/updates-toothaches-and-blah-blah-blah.html' title='Updates, toothaches, and blah, blah, blah...'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114074929763231679</id><published>2006-02-23T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T13:26:18.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrice and Mulele</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Hello! &lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where do I start? The last few days have been crazy! I'm finishing the edits of the Congo script, changing a few things here and there. There is a plot twist involving the lead character named Kita that I need to hide better. You'll have to see the movie to know what the plot twist is...I sent the Congo script out to a few people, including a cinematographer from Senegal. He's been in the business for along time. Have the skills. I would love to have a cast of Africans behind the camera int he directors chair also. I feel that it world bring a different feeling to the production.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt; Now cast wise, I bumped into &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Sadiq Abu&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(top photo)&lt;/span&gt; last night at the TSOTSI screening&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Sadiq%20Abu%20as%20Mulele.4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 118px; height: 148px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Sadiq%20Abu%20as%20Mulele.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;---I hated the movie, it reinforced soooooo many stereotypes that I wouldn't know where to begin. Back to Sadiq. He's been casted as &lt;b&gt;Mulele&lt;/b&gt; in the Congo script. I was hesitant to give him such a strong role only because he's not Congolese, and it was important to me that a Congolese play the Congolese roles. Sadiq is from &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.cnn.com/2000/WORLD/africa/01/03/africa.economies/sierra.leone.freetown.lg.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://www.cnn.com/2000/WORLD/africa/01/03/africa.economies/&amp;amp;amp;h=454&amp;w=380&amp;amp;sz=48&amp;tbnid=pPmjCFle0YSMKM:&amp;amp;amp;tbnh=124&amp;tbnw=103&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;start=5&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsierra%2Bleone%26svnum%3D10%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official_s%26sa%3DG"&gt;Sierra Leone&lt;/a&gt; and speaks several languages. I originally wanted to offer this role to Academy Award nominee Terrence Howard, but that didn't work out. Terrance isn't Congolese, so if I was thinking about Terrance for the Mulele roll, then Sadiq can be considered. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;I brought Sadiq in, and he read with a Congolese actor named &lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Richard Tchicaya&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(bottom photo)&lt;/span&gt;.  His father is the Congo Republic, his mother is from the &lt;a href="http://cdn.mapquest.com/mqatlasenglish/congodem"&gt;Democratic Republic of the Congo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Richard%20Tchicaya%20as%20Patrice.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 132px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Richard%20Tchicaya%20as%20Patrice.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well let me tell you that Sadiq and Richard, who I was still suspect about, &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;they both convinced me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; that they were great for the part. Richards character is named &lt;b&gt;Patrice&lt;/b&gt;. Richard is also a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; member of the US Marines so the ruggedness and military skills are there. Sadiq has a smooth touch to him. Muleles character is a Matise. A Matise is someone who is usually a man that is half Belgian, half Congolese, and they think because they are light skinned that they are better than everyone...Not! Richard and Sadiq impressed the casting directors. Mulele and Patrice used to be in the old Zairian army. Sadiq did his part in KiSwahili and Richard did his part in French and English. Looking back, I made Richards audition a bit difficult because I gave him his lines in English and asked him to read it in French. That slowed thing down considerably because he had to translate the words as he was reading it so Richard couldn’t read it smoothly. Richard, Sadiq, and I talked in the hallway, and I believe it was Sadiq that made the suggestion that Richard switch between speaking in French and speaking English, which is what a lot of people that are multilingual do. It worked! During the audition Sadiq added a touch to the role that I'm going to write into the script. Ok, tomorrow I'll tell you about the ladies casted for this production: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bibi Amos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joella Benoit&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kristie Latray&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114074929763231679?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114074929763231679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114074929763231679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114074929763231679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114074929763231679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/02/patrice-and-mulele.html' title='Patrice and Mulele'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114033164183379659</id><published>2006-02-18T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:51:18.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day on the film development</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Today was a crazy day! I'm in the middle of fundraising for my short film MOSAIC, which is a movie combining scenes from 4 movies that I had written. Its coming along well. The production costs $14,000.00. Thats a good amoutn of money for a film that lasts only about 6 minutes...I needed to raise more money, and two of my close good friends came through! I'm humbled that they have faith in my project......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Anyway, the movie, "SHOOTING DOGS" is coming out, its another film about the Rwanda Genocide. Though I am sure that its going to be a great film, its yet another media tool that Rwanda’s president Paul Kagame will use to justify the holocaust in eastern Congo (now standing at 7 million dead Congolese)... The reason I'm doing my movie isn't to place blame but to show people in the form of a docudrama, what’s really happening my country and to a certain extent what really happened in Rwanda. I'll talk about that in my next post... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;For now let me tell you that there will be scenes in my film that recreates the killing of Luba’s in Katanga in the 1960’s….it was very emotional writing it, but even more emotional hearing the story being told to me by my Mother and her brother……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114033164183379659?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114033164183379659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114033164183379659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114033164183379659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114033164183379659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/02/another-day-on-film-development.html' title='Another day on the film development'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22623533.post-114022909564609024</id><published>2006-02-17T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:00:34.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Upon A Time In The Congo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/1600/Said%20waist%20up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 235px; height: 161px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;        Hello folks, my name is Said Yenga Kakese wa Dibinga, I am from the Democratic Republic of The Congo. Welcome to the blog for the movie that I am developing, "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Once Upon A Time In The Congo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!
&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;is a feature-length independent film that I wrote and am co-producing for a possible fall 2006 release.  I don’t really talk about my projects until they are done, I would rather that you the audience find out about my projects when they are completed because its said that people who talk the most about what they are going to do usually don’t don’t do it. I made the decison to talk about the film here because several people kept asking about it.
&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="arial"&gt;        I’m also the moderator for &lt;a href="mailto:drcnn@yahoogroups.com"&gt;drcnn@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt; (a news site for issues relating to Congo) and &lt;a href="mailto:malu_kayi@yahoogroups.com"&gt;malu_kayi@yahoogroups.com&lt;/a&gt; (a listserve for Luba youth and Luba culture. Both sites are in English. Also, &lt;a href="http://www.onceuponatimeinthecongo.com/"&gt;www.onceuponatimeinthecongo.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;will go live within the next two months so stay tuned.
&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;         The movie is about an ex-Rwanda Tutsi soldier named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hatari Shinji&lt;/span&gt; living in exile in South Africa, who is wanted by (Rwandan President) Paul Kagame's inner circle and by members of the transitional government in Kinshasa (capital of The Democratic Republic of The Congo). Hatari has secrets relating to the matters in eastern Congo (specifically the Kivu's). Two hit teams are sent after him. One hit team, hired by members in the Kinshasa government, is comprised of two female ex-FAZ (armed Forces of Zaire) named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mukaya&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Llinga&lt;/span&gt;. The other team is comprised of two ex-FAZ named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mulele&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Patrice&lt;/span&gt;, who were hired by a survivor of one of Hatari’s supervised massacres in Eastern Congo during Rwanda’ two invasions (1996,1998).&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;        We held an audition in Los Angeles in November 2005, and it went very well. Our casting director was fortunate to locate several Congolese actors living in Los Angeles. I’ll soon be posting photos here of the various cast members and other happenings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Trust me when I tell you this, it takes a loong time to make a movie. Both Ophra Winfrey's movie "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beloved&lt;/span&gt;" and Steven Speilbergs "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Schindlers List&lt;/span&gt;" took 10 years to make. Craig Brewers "Hustle &amp; Flow" took 4 years to make. I wrote the first draft of the Congo script in 2003. We're almost there.

Feel free to post your comments/questions. Oh, there will be a fund raising drive for the movie so you are more than welcome to participate in that also…&lt;span style=""&gt;:-)
&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;Talk to you later,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;Said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22623533-114022909564609024?l=onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/feeds/114022909564609024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22623533&amp;postID=114022909564609024&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114022909564609024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22623533/posts/default/114022909564609024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://onceuponatimeinthecongo.blogspot.com/2006/02/once-upon-time-in-congo.html' title='Once Upon A Time In The Congo'/><author><name>Said Yenga Kakese Dibinga</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00006574064332394858</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2075/2304/320/Said%20waist%20up.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
