22nd Austin Film Festival Review: ‘Mully’ (2015)

Spent my two days off in style, getting my opportunity to check out the 22nd Austin Film Festival. I attended the special screening of the documentary, ‘Mully’ at the city’s only historical movie theater; The Paramount. Also spotted among some heavy-hitting producers, and up-n-coming directors? James Franco, who scooted into the last fifteen minutes of the movie donned in a trucker hat. Yeah, he really digs that look. Anyhow, more about the movie I saw, ‘Mully’.

Started from the bottom


Scott Haze, who you’ll be hearing a lot about the next 2-3 years, directed this documentary about Charles Mully. Mully was a very rich and powerful Kenyan millionaire who after a “spiritual awakening”; gives it all up and starts a children’s rescue. Mully Children’s Family, became the largest rescue, rehabilitation, and organization in Africa.

There are several inspiring scenes in the film, but what touched me the most was the fact that Mully already had eight kids of his own. His children questioned his sanity, his commitment to them as family, and his business sense; but they never really left his side. His wife also remained faithful and loyal to Mully and his cause, and it in turn became her cause as well as the children. It’s truly a moving film, as it touches on many points in Africa’s politics, natural disasters, or general disproval of what Charles Mully was doing could have easily derailed the destiny of the Mully family. As of this post, it’s on the brink of being released in limited theaters. If you have the opportunity, go and see ‘Mully’, because you won’t regret it.

NOTE: I could not locate an official trailer, but I did come across an interview with Charles Mully that will bring insight into the type of man he is. Check it out below:

We go back to the movies…

After a Summer long hiatus, I’m headed back to the movies to give my personal spin on the best and worst of what films have to offer. My last big movie review project was Screened Vision[s] Movie blog in which I eventually reviewed 100 Asian films. The goal here is to maintain a steady pulse on the world of cinema, while giving you my perspective on the themes and underlying messages presented. Even if that message is a simple one. Soon  I’ll create a page here to list the movies I plan on discussing on this blog here. At some point I will erect a new podcast to join the written reviews, but I do not know when that will be. For now, know that the marathon man is BACK!


On the state of US

It’s obvious we’ll always have issues.

You heard me.

You and I are incompatible.

At one point things were okay.

You let me go to school.

I let you delegate.

And dictate.





And murder.

I gotta tell you…

I’m over it.

Seriously though, with all of the things going on, how can we even breathe? It’s like everything out there in society has been systematically designed to attack us.

Life is now an attack on our intelligence.

Or our bodies.

Or even our souls.

When did I/You, Us/we become so ill-matched?

At any rate…

As if there was any question…

My stream of conscious writing is a result of pent up frustration..

With life.

With people.

With myself.

I can do better. I WILL do better.

You can do better.

You can and YOU will.

Even if we don’t see eye to eye, I wish nothing but contentment on you and your endeavors.

If I know you, I love you. Agape love, which is a sort of ironic unconditional love. Why is it ironic? Because you hold onto those you love, but sometimes people can be poison, and so you let them go. Sometimes that love you have for them dissipates, other times it doesn’t.

Say goodbye, my Love.

I really want to be the best husband, step-father, employee, and writer I can be. I love life a little too much to die before my time. I will leave my mark on you’re heart. My soulful entries will prick your conscious and provoke you to glance past your android; toward the horizon.

Toward a more meaningful future.

Toward your desires.

This is the State of Us. A country divided, but with similar hopes, goals, and dreams. But the bottom line is that we’ve got to reunite sometime before the end. Because although we are two puzzle pieces that fit naturally, we still managed to accomplish quite a bit.

On Publicity

You know we’re the reason Justin Bieber is famous, right?

And the same goes for anyone who did not rise to stardom ‘the old fashioned’ ways: Being born into it, or having parents with the right connections. Bieber, DC Young Fly, and a host of other internet stars exploded onto the scene around 8-10 years ago. We shouldn’t be surprised. We ‘liked’ their videos, we commented about their potential, and gave feedback. We typed ‘rofl’ so many times, that many of these new stars couldn’t help but take it as a compliment. So why the hate? Just below the surface of our love for these ‘self-made’ celebrities exist this contingent of fans who despise them. Not for what they are, or what they’ve done, necessarily–but because of what the represent. Let’s take Justin Bieber. He posted videos of himself singing, and singing well. Comments, likes, and shares lead to more publicity; which in turn lead to these videos being seen by record executives. Bieber put in the work, and got the opportunity to shine. And so shine he did. Is that not the idea immigrants think of when coming to America? Started from the bottom? For some reason, I feel like as a whole; we’d prefer to be the success story. Know body really cares about THAT guy making it big. We only care when WE do. So while we’re throwing bottles at his concerts, or throwing bottles at her stand-up; we are also practicing our own routines.

We’re sharping any modicum of skill we have because we know that at the end of the day…







The flipside to all of this, the media. Ever been checking your timeline on Facebook or Twitter and come across something like this?

“Fred Jones sent a private message to Cali Rogers, the infamous pornstar!”

Do you click? Do you scroll? Or do you click and scroll? đŸ™‚

Seriously though, it’s really incredible what passes for news nowadays. Sure lousy reporting isn’t new, but we get completely engrossed in it online. Pseudo-celebrities being caught with pot, or some washed-up boxer being charged with indecent exposure. It’s like pop culture media has transformed into one giant tabloid, right? And why?

Because you let them.




The clicks? The likes? The shares?

We honestly can’t complain when we click and read. It’s like the old adage on the internet; be careful sharing a post that you don’t agree with. All the time you see people posting fights, and violent acts, and questionable political memes about this or that–with little to no context. And unfortunately, I believe there is a large portion of our population that has begun to think and interact in real life (IRL) the way they do on Facebook. So the jokes, the silly philosophies about sex or drugs that are often meant as jokes; are being taken seriously. Not good. Don’t get me started on the wild frontier that is the internet and it’s thin, vague veil of a code of conduct. Do whatever you want, you don’t really have to worry about the consequences; unless you’re an idiot. And even that’s not a true statement anymore, because even the idiotic part of our population is computer literate now. What a time and place we live in! I guess to come full circle, we trash Justin Bieber like he’s just the worst person on Earth. People send him death threats, money, love letters, and gifts. If you really think about it–Bieber is one of us…a dude that honed his craft, got noticed, and is now a star. He’s kind of dimmed recently, but his story is still a tremendous one to consider, even if you don’t really like the guy. And publicity as a whole has done a lot of positive things too–#blacklivesmatter and the Trayvon Martin saga. But it’s definitely a double-edged sword.

Canadian singer Justin Bieber attends the Cinema Against AIDS amfAR gala 2014 held at the Hotel du Cap, Eden Roc in Cap d'Antibes, France, 22 May 2014, during the 67th annual Cannes Film Festival. Photo by: Hubert Boesl/picture-alliance/dpa/AP Images

Canadian singer Justin Bieber attends the Cinema Against AIDS amfAR gala 2014 held at the Hotel du Cap, Eden Roc in Cap d’Antibes, France, 22 May 2014, during the 67th annual Cannes Film Festival. Photo by: Hubert Boesl/picture-alliance/dpa/AP Images

On the Future

It’s 11:55pm, on a Saturday. After another long night at the restaraunt, I sit down on the park bench outside the hotel with my co-worker Michael. He’s one of the three Jamaicans I wrote about last month. We spoke a little on the day’s stress, his wanting a new hairstyle, and other stuff like that. Then the conversation turned toward the future. I asked Michael about his plans after his time working at the hotel was over.

He said he always liked to have two plans. So that he could be prepared for whatever might happen…

He said he wanted to try and stay in the United States. He said he loved where he came from, and reiterated several  times more that he did–but he made it clear that he didn’t wanna live in Jamaica anymore. He also spoke about his desire to work for himself, and be his own boss.

I have a very creative mind. I’m only twenty-one years old but…I believe I have a very creative mind and I know what it is I’m going to do to achieve the level of success I want…

Again, this is a twenty-one year old guy who flew over to  another country to work at a high-caliber hotel and restaraunt. He’s incredibly well spoken and carries himself like someone much older than himself. I’m proud of his poise and determination. He’s very aware of not only the opportunity he has been given, but he’s also very aware of his blackness. Meaning he’s aware of how many others have also been put in a similar situation and have not taken advantage of it. The negative stereotype that African-Americans and other non-American blacks carry fall on his shoulders, and he’s doing his very best to not let it deter him from his goals.

There are so many others who could be great at what they wanted to do, had it not been for them being distracted. They will allow themselves to be preoccupied so much so that the tremendous opportunity they’ve been given vanishes.

And so I sat there, part of me tempted to pull out my audio recorder; the other half focused on my friend’s words all the while nodding along.

He was sharp. Like a thumb tack.

Ironically enough, after I had told him I was a writer, he suggested that I should write about my conversations with him and the others. I could only smile and nod in agreement.


On Future Gigs

I’ve been talking to some really cool people over at NexusGen Radio, and I may have a spot as a contributing writer. I’ve said this since I’ve been writing and podcasting–my goal is to provoke the reader/listener, to educate them. If I’m able to entertain them as well, all the better. I’m looking to attack the fandom of Pop Culture. Why? Because it’s incredibly hypocritical and convoluted. So be on the lookout for my fandom posts on NexusGen’s website!