Cebo Campbell

The Movie Gods Have Finally Done It

Okay, so there haven’t been many movies as of late that have made me want to break out my nice shoes, head down to the local movie theater, spend half my life savings on popcorn and sit back in an oddly clammy recliner to watch a film. Frankly, I would much rather wait on that red envelope to land in my mailbox. But, if you know me you know I love me some Shakespeare. The guy can flat out blow you away with the way he writes even after 400 years. Still, the only one of his masterpieces brought to film worth seeing was Baz’s version of Romeo and Juliet (which if you haven’t seen we are no longer friends until further notice). I just saw a trailer, though, that makes me literally want to call up the movie theater in my city and demand they get it today so I can spend all my money to see it. Tempest, directed by the brilliance that is Julie Taymor looks like it is going to be breathtaking. With tons of great actors, Russell Brand not excluding, it should be a good one for sure. Check out the trailer, while I go call movie theater.

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I am an author and a Creative Director.

As a full-time creative (VP of Creative Services at Spherical), I spend most days writing in the nooks and crannies of my available time. I wake up at 5:30am just to get in a few hours putting words on paper. I write on the train. I write on planes. I write waiting in lines. I feel I have to write. The reason is simple: representation.

I often tell the story of Ferris Bueller; a kid who decides to skip school and, on charm alone, steals a car, impersonates a cop, drinks underage, tampers with computers, and at every step exposes his best friends to peril, only to go home and fall asleep with his mother to kiss him into sweet dreams. I asked myself if Ferris were Trayvon Martin, how might that story end? I know the answer. So do you. And this is why representation is so important. I aim to contribute more stories into the world that diversely feature regular (but beautiful) lives made extraordinary. Art, I believe, is the only way to accomplish this. All my creative work is inspired by and aims to add to all the great work in the world.

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