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Tyler the Creator and his band of rich kid weirdos - Odd Future. Complex characters sun baked and harvested under Cali skies. Dumb ass kids making brilliant ass music. Brilliant ass kids making dumb ass music for the masses. Bringing into focus generational misunderstandings. Dancing with misogyny in platinum blonde wigs. Cleansing the conscience with cathartic ruminations on death, suicide, and other dark ass shit. Obsessive dick talk aside, these anti-religous hooligans might just be the saviors of rap music, resurrecting hip hop from certain death.

                                                                                              - malika ali

Aug 19


Tyler the Creator and his band of rich kid weirdos - Odd Future. Complex characters sun baked and harvested under Cali skies. Dumb ass kids making brilliant ass music. Brilliant ass kids making dumb ass music for the masses. Bringing into focus generational misunderstandings. Dancing with misogyny in platinum blonde wigs. Cleansing the conscience with cathartic ruminations on death, suicide, and other dark ass shit. Obsessive dick talk aside, these anti-religous hooligans might just be the saviors of rap music, resurrecting hip hop from certain death.
                                                                                              - malika ali

Here is a two minute scene from my feature film MOUSE WARD. We’re still in production on this one. Actually, we’re still looking for money too.  So if you know an equity, arts, or angel investor, send ‘em my way.  In the meantime, hope you enjoy. - Malika Ali

Jul 18

A kookie psychologist paid to teach my husband how to hypnotize me during labor, likened the moans of childbirth to the sounds made during orgasm.  We practiced hypnosis for several months, yet when it was time for our little bundle of joy to arrive, it felt exactly like a bundle being expelled from my womb.  My cries were not a climax, clearly I was in pain.  

As a mommy and a filmmaker, I liken the process of bringing a child into being to the process of bringing a film into being.  Filmmaking is a mixed bag of ecstasy and pain.  It is for me a labor of love, nevertheless it is labor.

Imagine sweating for 48 hours under intense hardship to deliver a child.  A passerby approaches, not just any old fellow, but one who has been deemed an expert because he has seen thousands upon thousands of born babies. 

This passerby looks at yours and says, “My oh my what an unattractive child.”  But he doesn’t stop there.  He goes on to describe, in detail, what exactly makes your kids so ugly. Now if the dad of this newborn hasn’t punched this guy at this point, then the mother sure as hell should.

That passerby is the film critic, and not just any critic, but the kind who has never made a movie himself.  I loathe that “motherfucker” - and that is a pun intended!

You won’t read me publicly denouncing a film.  Those talks will be reserved for intimate acquaintances.  However, I will rave about the movies that have wakened me in some way or another up from that hypnotic trance into a state of rhapsody.  

Here are six films I wish I had been genius enough to make myself.

You The Living

A Single Man

Eyes Wide Open

A Serious Man

The Messenger

One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

Aug 09

martha stewart is my muse - for this post anyhow.  i came across her calendar in MS Living and decided to create my own. here is a photo schedule of some events in the months to come…

photo credits: shelter.com, walkinginpublic.wordpress.com, thelongstockings.blogspot.com, bridalassociationofamerica.com, viluxstudios.com

Jul 26

Mouse Ward - Arm Art Freshly Written Into the Script.

Jul 26
Mouse Ward - Arm Art Freshly Written Into the Script.

images, sounds, & memories.  

the following photos reference the inspiration for my next screenplay.

the year - 1987.  i was a thirteen year old poet then and closeted rapper too.  

with this script i’m creating a fictionalized me, as always, and playing with various titles - BLESS THE MIC, MICROPHONE MERCEDES, CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE RAPAHOLIC. 

enjoy the stroll back down memory lane, that is if you’re old enough to remember.

Jul 25

the two women who inspired my screenplay WILD BUTTERFLIES.

Jul 04
the two women who inspired my screenplay WILD BUTTERFLIES.


take a peek at the opening scene from my most recent script WILD BUTTERFLIES.

               
               Fade In:
               TITLE: CLEVELAND 1984

               INT. MR. CHARLES' APT. - HALLWAY - DAY

               BEE stands at the threshold with her short Jheri Fro freshly
               sprayed. 

                                   BEE 
                         What chu doin'?

               To her twin sister PAM, this is an obvious question.  Pam, by
               the way, does not have a curl.  She rocks a press, and it's
               also fresh.

                                   PAM 
                         Feedin' Mr. Charles his oatmeal.

                                   BEE
                         When does he take his nap?

                                   PAM
                         After he eats.  Why?

                                   BEE
                         I need you to ride wit me.

                                   PAM
                         Now? I'm workin'.

                                   BEE
                         Pretty please.  It's important.

                                   PAM
                         Alright.  Give me 20 minutes.  I
                         need to put Mr. Charles down.

                                   BEE
                         Just ten.  We ain't got 20 minute
                         kinda-time.



               INT. MR. CHARLES' BEDROOM - DAY

               Pam sneaks away from a tucked in Mr. Charles.  The senior
               still has one eye open.



               EXT. EUCLID AVENUE - DAY

               Pam runs up to the passenger side of the Cadillac where Bee
               is sitting.  

               Bee rolls down the window.

                                   BEE
                         I need you to drive.

                                   PAM
                         Seiku's car? For real?

                                   BEE 
                         He won't notice.  Let's go.



               EXT. SUPERIOR AVENUE - DAY

               The Cadillac rounds a block.



               INT. CADILLAC - DAY

               Pam rolls the steering wheel.

                                   PAM
                         How many times we gon' circle this
                         block?

                                   BEE
                         Back up.

                                   PAM
                         For what?

                                   BEE
                         Back up. Back up. Back up.



               EXT. SUPERIOR AVENUE - DAY

               SEIKU walks out of a delicatessen with his arms wrapped
               around a YOUNG THING.



               INT. CADILLAC - DAY

               Bee sticks her torso out the window.

                                   BEE
                         Surprise Motherfuckers!

               Pam sees Seiku with the other girl and realizes why she's
               driving.

               Bee aims her tiny pocket pistol at the couple.

                                   PAM
                         What the fuck, Bee!

               Bee fires.



               EXT. SUPERIOR AVENUE - DAY

               Seiku ducks first then brings the girl down too.

                                   YOUNG THING
                             (behind a shielding car)
                         What's happening?

                                   SEIKU
                         My wife is introducing herself.

                                   YOUNG THING
                         Oh, you married, huh?

               Bee jumps out of the moving car, unbeknownst to the hiding
               duo.

               She sneaks up on them and points the barrel at Seiku.

                                   BEE
                         Speak now or forever hold your
                         peace.

               The girl screams.

 


Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.

Jul 04

                                                currently in production

Jul 04
                                                currently in production


Tyler the Creator and his band of rich kid weirdos - Odd Future. Complex characters sun baked and harvested under Cali skies. Dumb ass kids making brilliant ass music. Brilliant ass kids making dumb ass music for the masses. Bringing into focus generational misunderstandings. Dancing with misogyny in platinum blonde wigs. Cleansing the conscience with cathartic ruminations on death, suicide, and other dark ass shit. Obsessive dick talk aside, these anti-religous hooligans might just be the saviors of rap music, resurrecting hip hop from certain death.
                                                                                              - malika ali


Tyler the Creator and his band of rich kid weirdos - Odd Future. Complex characters sun baked and harvested under Cali skies. Dumb ass kids making brilliant ass music. Brilliant ass kids making dumb ass music for the masses. Bringing into focus generational misunderstandings. Dancing with misogyny in platinum blonde wigs. Cleansing the conscience with cathartic ruminations on death, suicide, and other dark ass shit. Obsessive dick talk aside, these anti-religous hooligans might just be the saviors of rap music, resurrecting hip hop from certain death.
                                                                                              - malika ali

Tyler the Creator and his band of rich kid weirdos - Odd Future. Complex characters sun baked and harvested under Cali skies. Dumb ass kids making brilliant ass music. Brilliant ass kids making dumb ass music for the masses. Bringing into focus generational misunderstandings. Dancing with misogyny in platinum blonde wigs. Cleansing the conscience with cathartic ruminations on death, suicide, and other dark ass shit. Obsessive dick talk aside, these anti-religous hooligans might just be the saviors of rap music, resurrecting hip hop from certain death.

                                                                                              - malika ali

Here is a two minute scene from my feature film MOUSE WARD. We’re still in production on this one. Actually, we’re still looking for money too.  So if you know an equity, arts, or angel investor, send ‘em my way.  In the meantime, hope you enjoy. - Malika Ali

35mm Girl Reconstructed

Posted on Friday November 5th 2010 at 01:44am. Its tags are listed below.

Wild Butterflies is a lyrical tale of twin sisters who aim, cock, hit, and run or dream of doing just that. Set against the backdrop of the 1980’s, where crack-cocaine, pop music, and the emergence of AIDS mix with the milieu of Midwestern America.
Wild Butterflies/The Logline

Death to the Critic

A kookie psychologist paid to teach my husband how to hypnotize me during labor, likened the moans of childbirth to the sounds made during orgasm.  We practiced hypnosis for several months, yet when it was time for our little bundle of joy to arrive, it felt exactly like a bundle being expelled from my womb.  My cries were not a climax, clearly I was in pain.  

As a mommy and a filmmaker, I liken the process of bringing a child into being to the process of bringing a film into being.  Filmmaking is a mixed bag of ecstasy and pain.  It is for me a labor of love, nevertheless it is labor.

Imagine sweating for 48 hours under intense hardship to deliver a child.  A passerby approaches, not just any old fellow, but one who has been deemed an expert because he has seen thousands upon thousands of born babies. 

This passerby looks at yours and says, “My oh my what an unattractive child.”  But he doesn’t stop there.  He goes on to describe, in detail, what exactly makes your kids so ugly. Now if the dad of this newborn hasn’t punched this guy at this point, then the mother sure as hell should.

That passerby is the film critic, and not just any critic, but the kind who has never made a movie himself.  I loathe that “motherfucker” - and that is a pun intended!

You won’t read me publicly denouncing a film.  Those talks will be reserved for intimate acquaintances.  However, I will rave about the movies that have wakened me in some way or another up from that hypnotic trance into a state of rhapsody.  

Here are six films I wish I had been genius enough to make myself.

You The Living

A Single Man

Eyes Wide Open

A Serious Man

The Messenger

One Flew Over The Cuckoo’s Nest

35mm Girl Reconstructed

Posted on Monday July 26th 2010 at 08:14am. Its tags are listed below.

martha stewart is my muse - for this post anyhow.  i came across her calendar in MS Living and decided to create my own. here is a photo schedule of some events in the months to come…

photo credits: shelter.com, walkinginpublic.wordpress.com, thelongstockings.blogspot.com, bridalassociationofamerica.com, viluxstudios.com

35mm Girl Reconstructed

Posted on Monday July 26th 2010 at 08:14am. Its tags are listed below.

Mouse Ward - Arm Art Freshly Written Into the Script.
Mouse Ward - Arm Art Freshly Written Into the Script.

Mouse Ward - Arm Art Freshly Written Into the Script.

35mm Girl Reconstructed

Posted on Sunday July 25th 2010 at 01:20pm. Its tags are listed below.

images, sounds, & memories.  

the following photos reference the inspiration for my next screenplay.

the year - 1987.  i was a thirteen year old poet then and closeted rapper too.  

with this script i’m creating a fictionalized me, as always, and playing with various titles - BLESS THE MIC, MICROPHONE MERCEDES, CONFESSIONS OF A TEENAGE RAPAHOLIC. 

enjoy the stroll back down memory lane, that is if you’re old enough to remember.

I have learned to trust in practical things. Practical people and practical professions. Art is not a practical profession and artists are not practical people.
Mouse/Mouse Ward
the two women who inspired my screenplay WILD BUTTERFLIES.
the two women who inspired my screenplay WILD BUTTERFLIES.

the two women who inspired my screenplay WILD BUTTERFLIES.

int. mr. charles’ apartment


take a peek at the opening scene from my most recent script WILD BUTTERFLIES.

               
               Fade In:
               TITLE: CLEVELAND 1984

               INT. MR. CHARLES' APT. - HALLWAY - DAY

               BEE stands at the threshold with her short Jheri Fro freshly
               sprayed. 

                                   BEE 
                         What chu doin'?

               To her twin sister PAM, this is an obvious question.  Pam, by
               the way, does not have a curl.  She rocks a press, and it's
               also fresh.

                                   PAM 
                         Feedin' Mr. Charles his oatmeal.

                                   BEE
                         When does he take his nap?

                                   PAM
                         After he eats.  Why?

                                   BEE
                         I need you to ride wit me.

                                   PAM
                         Now? I'm workin'.

                                   BEE
                         Pretty please.  It's important.

                                   PAM
                         Alright.  Give me 20 minutes.  I
                         need to put Mr. Charles down.

                                   BEE
                         Just ten.  We ain't got 20 minute
                         kinda-time.



               INT. MR. CHARLES' BEDROOM - DAY

               Pam sneaks away from a tucked in Mr. Charles.  The senior
               still has one eye open.



               EXT. EUCLID AVENUE - DAY

               Pam runs up to the passenger side of the Cadillac where Bee
               is sitting.  

               Bee rolls down the window.

                                   BEE
                         I need you to drive.

                                   PAM
                         Seiku's car? For real?

                                   BEE 
                         He won't notice.  Let's go.



               EXT. SUPERIOR AVENUE - DAY

               The Cadillac rounds a block.



               INT. CADILLAC - DAY

               Pam rolls the steering wheel.

                                   PAM
                         How many times we gon' circle this
                         block?

                                   BEE
                         Back up.

                                   PAM
                         For what?

                                   BEE
                         Back up. Back up. Back up.



               EXT. SUPERIOR AVENUE - DAY

               SEIKU walks out of a delicatessen with his arms wrapped
               around a YOUNG THING.



               INT. CADILLAC - DAY

               Bee sticks her torso out the window.

                                   BEE
                         Surprise Motherfuckers!

               Pam sees Seiku with the other girl and realizes why she's
               driving.

               Bee aims her tiny pocket pistol at the couple.

                                   PAM
                         What the fuck, Bee!

               Bee fires.



               EXT. SUPERIOR AVENUE - DAY

               Seiku ducks first then brings the girl down too.

                                   YOUNG THING
                             (behind a shielding car)
                         What's happening?

                                   SEIKU
                         My wife is introducing herself.

                                   YOUNG THING
                         Oh, you married, huh?

               Bee jumps out of the moving car, unbeknownst to the hiding
               duo.

               She sneaks up on them and points the barrel at Seiku.

                                   BEE
                         Speak now or forever hold your
                         peace.

               The girl screams.

 


Script created with Final Draft by Final Draft, Inc.

                                                currently in production
                                                currently in production

                                                currently in production