The Fall Off

Even though I have proven myself time and time again I still periodically am dumb enough to succumb to the stupidity of allowing a man to occupy my time. The dumb shit, the fuck shit of life. You give a man your all and get disrespect in return. I was doing well, focused back on my game as far as preparing a film. Enjoying the fruits of working at the greatest place on earth Little Shop Of Stories (loaded with awesome people, great books, impressive celebrity events and a monster discount). Then I met a man, fell in love and wanted to become holly housewife with a house full of babies. I don't know if I was on dope or dog food.

Regardless once again I fell for the okie doke from another fool who's in love for five minutes until the next woman he falls in love with walks around the corner, you know the type way too immature to work at a relationship. The first sign of rocky waters and he's looking for new booty until that ship sails as well. It's all good, he wasn't my first upset but he is my last.

It's time for me to love me and me alone. When I say me you know that automatically includes my baby boy. It's me and Drake against the world. I have had the luxury of working with amazing filmmakers, working in development on a hit TV show, managing a ballet, working Obama's campaign, attending fabulous private schools and being from a family of classy entrepreneurs.

The crazy part is I call myself being selective. Before this newest relationship disappointment I hadn't dated anyone seriously since my son's father (King Dead Beat Daddy Loser). I just knew my last conquest was special, I guess he is to the new chic he's dealing with, lol. One day he was telling me he was in love then not 48 hours later I couldn't get a returned text or phone call and when I did catch him he acted like I was Georgia Power trying to collect a debt. The funniest part is that he thinks I'm too dumb to recognize the signals a man gives when he's moved on to a new lover.

The Lord knows what's best though because less then a week ago me and my partners nailed a movie deal that's going to truly launch our careers. I guess even God knew this was not the man intended to take a ride on the gravy train with me. So now I'm back solo, fortunately I'm one of those people who thrives when I'm single and don't need a mate to feel secure.

Watch me shine! Till next time, as you know this is just part of the ups and downs of being a mega mogul momma.

lastexorcism

Attended a screening of Last Exorcism last night, here's my thoughts. Here's my scale again for those of you who don't know it.
Wow, really = Don't ever watch this
OK = Watch it only once it reaches a premium cable network
Very Cute = Good, works for it's genre
Riveting = A must see, amazing work

Last Exorcism = Very Cute

A troubled evangelical minister agrees to let his last exorcism be filmed by a documentary crew. Problem is he's a fraud, the crew better hope the demon in a fraud too.

Some great performances, shot mocumentary style, reminiscent of the original Blair Witch.

So Over The Bumpkins In ATL Who Think They Know Me

OMG! I'm so over these country bumpkin chics in Georgia who have known me for a few years during one of my darkest periods and think they know anything about me and my family. I have one who due to her interaction with a sibling of mine thinks for some reason we are a low brow welfare family. She also thinks she is a master of culture, how could you be, Atlanta has no culture. I grew up in a competitive, culturally enriched, politically involved city where the dumbest, most hood, person in the room could run rings around the most savvy Georgian.

Another one likes to try and give me, me, Kim Jones instruction on the movie business. Bitch are you serious. I learned the movie business in LA in one of the most ferocious studios there. Bitch get a grip.

The third and this is my favorite, is constantly whining and would cry if a fucking bee stung her, yet feels she is equally yoked with me in regards to life experience. I have fought cancer for over a decade, suffered a major head trauma in a car accident, survived a high risk pregnancy, been homeless, buried most of my family including but not limited to a sibling, several close friends, all of my grandparents and my Father.

I'm not even going to start on the accomplishments of my family, My Uncle Vince was one of the most successful Ad men for decades, there is a multitude of blues legends in my DNA pool, my Grandmother was an accomplished farmer and entrepreneur. My Mother was a top executive at Sears in the 70's when that was unheard of. My family is loaded with entrepreneurs, college professors, air traffic controllers and so much more.

The best fucking part of it all is that the whole lot of them don't know ME half as much as they think they do. I was speaking on the civil rights circuit from ages 10-16, not to mention participating on a cheer-leading team designed to campaign for Alderman Lemuel Austin. I was on Oprah when I was 16, on CNN giving political commentary when I was 8, was the first Black Company Manager of a major Ballet, Worked for the likes of Tyler Perry, Whitney Houston, Brad Pitt, Carol Lawrence, Dimensions Films and that's just scratching surface. I was a GODDAMN debutante.

So fuck you wanna be elite, hating ass bitches. Kiss my grits! Watch my dust as I leave you on the sidelines of the race I'm winning called life. Stay living in your parents shadow, I'm creating my own destiny.

Charlie St. Cloud

Attended a screening of Charlie St. Cloud last night, here's my thoughts.
Here's my scale again for those of you who don't know it.
Wow, really = Don't ever watch this
OK = Watch it only once it reaches a premium cable network
Very Cute = Good, works for it's genre
Riveting = A must see, amazing work

Charlie St. Cloud = Very Cute

Charlie St. Cloud is a young man overcome by grief at the death of his younger brother. So much so that he takes a job as caretaker of the cemetery in which his brother is buried. Charlie has a special lasting bond with his brother though, as he can see him. Charlie meets up with his brother (Sam) each night to play catch and talk. Then, a girl comes into Charlie's life and he must choose between keeping a promise he made to Sam, or going after the girl he loves

The real world and the after life exchange screen time so fluidly that it takes a moment to know which is which. This is not a bad thing it's an intriguing thing. I liked it and my two special guest Angela Dobbs (actress, writer, tv host, producer) and Lashunda Simpson (producer) enjoyed it as well. This summer has been loaded with A list events from movie premieres to new artist gallery receptions for this crew and yet this film still was one of our most enjoyable evenings.

Prince Of Persia

Attended a screening of Prince of Persia last night, here's my thoughts.
Here's my scale again for those of you who don't know it.
Wow, really = Don't ever watch this
OK = Watch it only once it reaches a premium cable network
Very Cute = Good, works for it's genre
Riveting = A must see, amazing work

Prince of Persia = OK

Although it was wonderfully mystically and magical some things were missing. One, the story line was a little weak but it more than made up for that with it's heart strings factor. The thing that bothered me the most was the undeniable subtle Hollywood racism that still plagues movies like this. Persia is Iran. It is not populated by slightly bronzed Europeans. Many films set in the east as far back as the Ten Commandments misrepresent the factual appearance of the people and cast white people, put bronzer on them and now wha la you have Persians, Egyptians who whoever they are portraying . This was insulting when they did it for Indians in cowboy movies and it's insulting now.

Baby Love

We lost a potential legend day before yesterday. Christian Robinson is gone. He definitely reached legendary status amongst his friends, family and some industry heavy hitters. When I began my junior year at the Chicago Academy for the Arts I didn't know what to expect. I knew I was different and didn't mesh with the kids at my two previous High School and that this was my final choice. Very early on I began forming a relationship with one Christian Robinson. I relationship was so fluid and natural that I don't remember the first time we met. Not because it was insignificant but because it feels like I just always knew Chris. I don't have any memories of the Academy that don't involve him. His best friend Ryan Russ and I were a match made in hell for the school faculty as we were the originators of Jackass behavior long before the show. Chris was our "coach" if you will. Often encouraging and enhancing the ridiculous stunts, pranks and delinquent behavior of Ryan and I. We all supported each other in our artistic endeavors and finally I had found a group of people who understood me. For the record, I haven't found it since. My best friend is still the same one I found at the Academy Leigh Peeler. After High School I began attending classes at Columbia College Chicago studying Film with a concentration in producing. Instead of living in the dorms I got a studio apartment at 1229 S. Michigan Ave. Chris and Ryan rented the apartment next door and it was more like we lived together with a separate room. The year we lived there was unforgettable. Chris, Ryan and JoJo (Chris's brother) were hitting the charts with their single Hush and I was attending film school. It was a full year of partying. Jackass style pranks, hot box parties, debauchery and just an all around rocking good time. When I moved out I headed to Atlanta, came back to Chicago, went back to Atlanta, left for California and eventually settled back in the ATL. Throughout it all Chris and I (who are both very withdrawn and elusive at times) managed to stay in touch with each other. We would talk to each other like no time had past even if it had been years between our last conversation. Earlier this year we had discussed working together on some projects infusing my love of film and his of music. We never got a chance to do it. Chris never told me he was sick. I'm not surprised. He and I lived in our own little fantasy world together and in our world no one was sick, there was no sadness just us and art. I'm so glad I got to speak to him one last time and didn't know he was ill because it meant I got to just talk art with my baby love, pure and simple.

Just Wright

Attended a screening of Just Wright last night, here's my thoughts.
Here's my scale again for those of you who don't know it.
Wow, really = Don't ever watch this
OK = Watch it only once it reaches a premium cable network
Very Cute = Good, works for it's genre
Riveting = A must see, amazing work
Just Wright = Very Cute
Leslie Wright is a straight-shooting physical therapist who gets the gig of a lifetime working with NBA All-Star Scott McKnight. All is going well until Leslie finds herself falling for Scott, forcing her to choose between the gig and the tug-of-war inside her heart. Oblivious to her romantic overtures, McKnight is instead drawn to the affections of Leslie's childhood friend Morgan, who has her sights set on being an NBA trophy wife. Is Leslie destined to play the role of "best friend" forever or will Scott finally see that what he always wanted is right in front of him?

Leslie Wright (Queen Latifah) is totally lovable despite falling in the friend zone with all males throughout the film and Scott McKnight (Common) is perfect as the successful yet gullible superstar that you wish would just listen to you so he can live an abundantly happy life. Paula Patton (Morgan) does not wow as the money thirsty, fame hunter that you can't decide if you admire or hate. Despite some forgivable bad acting from a few NBA super-athletes the cast is overflowing with gifted actors delivery enchanting performances.

San Francisco Here We Come

You guys have listened to my ups and downs but I haven't given you much of my history. Kimberly Latrice Jones was born in 1976 in Melrose Park, Ill. She began her career in entertainment in 1984 when she became Ms. Pleasant Grove in her small town of Kankakee, Ill. Her mother remarried in 1986 and her family relocated to Chicago, Ill. She attended the famous arts High School, The Chicago Academy for the Arts and graduated in 1994. She attended Columbia College for one year where she studied film with a concentration in producing. After bouncing back and forth between Chicago and Atlanta working as a film/tv extra, improv comic and salesperson she decided to move to Los Angeles. While in LA she worked as a wardrobe assistant and eventually as an intern to a Miramax development executive. After several years in LA she settled back in Atlanta where she promptly took a position as a development assistant on the reality series Being Bobby Brown. Upon completion of her work on the series she worked a short period of time as the Company Manager for the Atlanta Ballet. Her next gigs were as the production secretary on the Tyler Perry films Madea's Family Reunion & I Can Do Bad All By Myself. She was the Co-Producer of independent film "Five Days In The A", which received Official Selection at the San Diego Black Film Festival and the San Francisco Black Film Festival. She is currently in development on a short drama with her production company Powerhouse Productions Entertainment, LLC. She is the proud mother of a son, Drake Edward Williams, who resides with her in Atlanta, GA.

Momma

Mother's Day is coming and it has me thinking about my Mom. I watch Mad Men and my favorite character is Peggy Olsen, because she's a woman in the 60's making it in a male driven industry. That takes me back to my childhood memories. I remember taking the elevator up at the Sears Tower and ending up in my Mom's office, an executive suite. Even in the 80's she was an oddity. Not to mention the fact that she had been at Sears in a minimum of a supervisory position since the late 60's. Now she was an executive and based on the way people treated me I knew she was important. It let me know I could be important. Walter Payton did a promotion with Sears my Mom oversaw, so when she came to career day at my school she came with Walter Payton autographs for my entire class. I will never forget the limo picking us up to take us to see the 1986 championship bears play. My Mom was a winner and she still is. Where did she get this wow factor, my grandmother. My grandmother who owned acres of land and built a church in the basement of her home. My grandmother who walked the streets of the west side of Chicago talking to gang members and getting them out of street life. Two amazing women. My Mom is my Hero and my Grandmother was her's. This Mother's Day I pray I become the woman my son needs to see to know he can do whatever he wants.

Back On The Block

Whew! I know it's been a long time since I posted but a lot has gone on. Well, I literally had a nervous breakdown and had to take some time off. I needed a moment, been a rough few years void of any vacation so my mind glitched and decided to chuck it all to the wind. Some good and bad things have happened since then but I'm still pressing forward. Lost my pt job as the day of the breakdown I was due at work and never showed up, a few weeks back my son's father was incarcerated, lost my phone (after getting it back from the debacle of my breakdown) and I've had a slight medical scare. That's the bad, let's be done with that, trust me I'm not complaining, just explaining.
My old friend Wes Coas and I began working on a short film for him to direct being done through his company and the company I started with my two good friends Lashunda Simpson and Angela Dobbs. It's an amazing short and we just secured some heavy hitters on the crew and are gearing up for the casting call. It's budgeted and nearly ready to go, production will begin in June and I still have a lot of work to do but I'm loving being back at work. This is birthday season for my family I had a fun house party for me and enjoyed cooking for my friends, Drake had a Cars themed house party and then the next day enjoyed a day at the Atlanta Zoo, anyone who knows him knows how crazy he is about animals and cars. My Mom is next and we're planning a picnic for her.
The company my partners and I started has made a lot of milestones but we're keeping most of it under wraps until our officially launch. Watch out it's going to be a beast.

It ain't over for me, I'm gonna keep hustlin'!

The Changing Mind Of A Mega Mogul Momma

I'm staying! I'm staying in the A because I formulated a most masterful plan towards elite domination. It is shamelessly selfish and that feels good. I'm always on board to help others pursue their dreams but for the first time in my life I am going to live my own dream. So sorry to those who will be upset but true business minds will understand the need for pursuit of your own vision. Watch and learn people, watch and learn.

Bon Voyage ATL

I'm leaving, that's right, I'm leaving Georgia! I'm moving back to the Chi. I have enrolled in school towards the final outcome of receiving my MBA from Northwestern University. I'm done playing myself in the A, life for me here has been no crystal stair. LA punched me in the face but the A stabbed me in the back, so I'm headed back to the Chi where the people are loyal and the food is delicious. Well, actually I'm headed to the suburbs in Tinley Park, Ill but it'll still feel like home. I can't wait, now I'm assured my son won't have a job hindering southern accent and a penchant for womanizing. Most importantly I'll be able to eat great pizza and see some amazing theater. Home sweet home. Gonna get my MBA and open my own theater, it will be sweet. Chicago is my kind of town. Now I just have to break the news to the Sitter.