Exclaim! Film Reviews – The Devil Inside & One for the Money

The reviews are finally in for my reviews… What I mean by that is I contributed my first two film reviews for Exclaim!, for The Devil Inside and One for the Money, and readers have already responded by way of comments.

The first comment reads: Seriously. Another fucking writer?

And the second one: I felt myself getting dumber just reading this garbage. Your reviewer standards are all over the map guys.

Hurtful words. Nevertheless, here are the two links… The Devil Inside One for the Money.

 


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Droppin’ Knowledge/Termanology Review for RESPECT.

I am too psychotic to re-read my own work but I know this review for RESPECT. has been tampered with. Maybe just a word here or there, but that makes a world of difference to me. Soooo I’ve included the original version of the review below, as well as the link here. Choose wisely.

Termanology is a Boston-bred emcee who reps Essex county, ‘Lawtown’ to be specific. Among other distinctions, Termanology is the self-proclaimed Cameo King. He has worked with such esteemed hip-hoppers as DJ Premier, Styles P, Sheek Louch, Freeway, Bun B, and the list goes on and on. He even works with young cats, like Mac Miller. If you keep it real – like really real – Termanology will work with you.

Just the other night (May 4) Termanology dropped in on Toronto’s monthly hip-hop event, Droppin’ Knowledge, to spit a few bars alongside homies Reks and Statik Selektah. He showed up late, around 1 am, clad in a Boston Celtics jersey, a Celtics fitted, and his left arm in a sling. Upon being asked about his sling – What happened to your arm? – Termanology responded, “Some fun stuff,” and began to chuckle to himself. He chilled in the dressing room while Statik fussed over a bottle of Hennessey and the set list. Then he asked, “Where’s Reks?” Statik sighed. “Probably out smoking,” he muttered. And sure enough, that’s where Reks was.

When they were all assembled in the dressing room, the two emcees, Reks and Termanology, and their DJ, Statik Selektah – a true hip-hop ensemble – proceeded with a short pre-show prayer. They huddled with their arms around each other, then split off. Reks and Statik took to the stage first, and received a warm welcome from the Toronto crowd – a diverse mix of suburban kids, hipster runoff, and culture fiends – while Termanology remained backstage. He sipped on Hennessey and let his thoughts go. He would go on later, to a generous applause from the waning Toronto crowd.   

Despite a thinning in numbers towards the end of the night, Toronto fans loved Termanology. He is the epitome of what they call ‘real hip-hop’. Something like a cousin to the original cats like Premier, whom Termanology has made many records with, and the purists who still make East Coast music on the East Coast – unlike A$AP and his crew, who do a whole different thing.  

At the end of his set Termanology ordered Statik to kill the beat. He had Reks help him remove his sling, then he addressed the crowd with his severely bruised arm literally hanging from its socket. “Listen,” he barked into the mic. “Two hours before we were scheduled to come up here I broke my arm. It was either go to the hospital and miss the show or jump on the plane with a broken arm. I jumped on the plane. That’s real muthafuckin hip-hop.” Then Statik dropped the beat.

Thanks for hooking me up with a ticket, Tim.


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