Yvette: Jody, I know you love me. I also know you fuck other girls. I don’t like it, but I know you. So just be real with me. Man, you gone be honest or what? Jody: If you can take it. You’re starting to get on my nerves with this shit Yvette. Yvette: I’m getting on your nerves? And you’re the one fucking around. You get with any of them girls you sell dresses to? Jody: A few. There. You feel better now? I love you, girl. You got my son and you probably gone be my wife. You want me to be honest? Yvette: Yeah, I do. Jody: You’re my woman. Them other ho’s is tricks. I make love to you, I want to be with you, but I fuck other females occasionally. I don’t know why, I just do. That’s the situation. You feel better now? That’s some honesty for yo ass. Deal with it. I love you enough to be honest. Yvette: Jody, If you loved me, you wouldn’t lie to me all the time. Move! Jody: Hold on. You got it all twisted up! I lie ‘cause I do love you. Being honest would mean I don’t give a fuck. Out on the street, I tell the ho’s the truth. I lie to you because I care about your feelings
Be sure to watch Bessie tonight on HBO! Great performances and a great film from writer/director Dee Rees (Pariah). They don’t shy away from showing the queer aspects of both Bessie Smith and Ma Rainey’s lives. Queen Latifah better win all the awards for her amazing performance. Mo’Nique is back and better than ever. Khandi Alexander will break your heart. Michael Kenneth Williams gets to showcase that intensity we all love and Mike Epps is a rock. It’s just a damn good movie.
Teaser for HBO Films’Bessie(slated to premiere Saturday, May 16), starring Oscar nominee Queen Latifah as blues singer Bessie Smith, Oscar winner Mo’Nique as blues singer Ma Rainey, Michael K. Williams as Smith’s husband Jack Gee, Khandi Alexander as Smith’s sister Viola and Tika Sumpter as Smith’s lover Lucille.
Hey guys. How’s it going? Congratulations on getting your nominations out. I’m sure that your staff worked tirelessly to collect the ballots and organize the press events. And your colleagues at PricewaterhouseCoopers were probably under a lot of pressure as they counted the votes. Does Pricewaterhouse Coopers still count the votes? I know that they did. I know this because I knew everything about your awards ceremony when I was a kid. I owned every book about your history, I started printing ballots as soon as I figured out how to use a printer, and I could recite some acceptance speeches by heart. Yup, I liked you. I really liked you.
I fantasized about winning one of your awards; I practiced my surprise face in the mirror (wide, teary eyes with a hand over my open mouth). I thought that if I worked hard enough, if I honed my talent, that one day I could be good enough to sit among you.
I didn’t see a reflection of myself among your nominees. That doesn’t matter, I thought. I’ll be the exception. I’ll be the first.
I cheered as other exceptions were ushered into your elite club. I cried as I watched Halle Berry accept her statue, I screamed when Mo'Nique won for Precious, and even though Rita Moreno first held her Oscar almost two decades before I was born, I would stare at pictures of her in your backstage press room thinking that maybe one day that could be me. I’ll be the exception. I’ll be the first.
Earlier this year Kerry Washington said “[We] have been pitted against each other and made to feel like there are limited seats at the table for those of us that fall into the category of ‘other’… As ‘others’ we are taught to be successful we must reject those ‘other others’ or we will never belong.”
I watched your nominations come out today. All white acting nominees, two years in a row. You pulled your very own Tom Hanks. And in doing so, you have minimized the already limited number of seats. A dystopian game of musical chairs.