By Dwight Hobbes
A problem with living in a small market, especially if you happen to be a movie nut, is that many flicks, even those with major stars, don’t make it here to the Twin Cities. There just aren’t enough theaters, not even with the multiplex venues. And, of course, there are only a few of the art houses that specialize in independent films.
Considering these factors, when it comes to Black cinema, it’s all the harder to so much as know when any but the most highly visible offerings are released. If it doesn’t have a Denzel Washington or a Halle Berry in it, or if it’s not a big-ticket comedy, it languishes so far below the media radar we rarely realize the film exists. This is why it pays well to keep an eagle eye out when browsing cutout bins, perusing racks at the pawn shop or stopping at the library for DVDs. Continue Reading →