Malcolm X is a 1992 American biographical motion picture about the African-American figure Malcolm X (born Malcolm Little) co-written, co-produced, and directed by Spike Lee. It stars Denzel Washington, Angela Bassett, Albert Hall, Al Freeman, Jr., and Delroy Lindo. Black Panther Party co-founder Bobby Seale, the Rev. Al Sharpton, and future South Africa president Nelson Mandela have cameo appearances. Spike Lee has a small role as Shorty, a character based partially on a real-life acquaintance, Malcolm "Shorty" Jarvis, a fellow criminal and jazz trumpeter.
The film dramatizes key events in Malcolm X's life: his criminal career, his incarceration, his conversion to Islam, his ministry as a member of the Nation of Islam and his later falling out with the organization, his marriage to Betty X, his pilgrimage to Mecca and reevaluation of his views concerning whites, and his assassination on February 21, 1965. Defining childhood incidents, including his father's death, his mother's mental illness, and his experiences with racism are dramatized in flashbacks.
Shelton Jackson "Spike" Lee (born March 20, 1957) is an American film director, producer, writer, and actor. His production company, 40 Acres & A Mule Filmworks, has produced over 35 films since 1983.
Lee's movies have examined race relations, the role of media in contemporary life, urban crime and poverty, and other political issues. Lee has won numerous awards, including an Emmy Award. He has also received two Academy Award nominations.
Spike Lee was born in Atlanta, Georgia, the son of Jacqueline Carroll (née Shelton), a teacher of arts and black literature, and William James Edward Lee III, a jazz musician and composer. Lee moved with his family to Brooklyn, New York when he was a small child. (The Fort Greene neighborhood is home to Lee's production company, 40 Acres & A Mule Filmworks, and other Lee-owned or related businesses.) As a child, his mother nicknamed him "Spike." In Brooklyn, he attended John Dewey High School. Lee enrolled in Morehouse College where he made his first student film, Last Hustle in Brooklyn. He took film courses at Clark Atlanta University and graduated with a B.A. in Mass Communication from Morehouse College. He then enrolled in New York University's Tisch School of the Arts, where he earned a Master of Fine Arts in Film & Television.
Plot
Biopic of Malcolm X, the famous African American leader. Born Malcolm Little, his father (a minister) was killed by the Ku Klux Klan. Malcolm became a gangster, and while in jail discovered the Nation of Islam writings of Elijah Muhammad. He preaches the teachings when let out of jail, but later on goes on a pilgrimage to the city of Mecca, there he converts to the original Islamic religion and becomes a Sunni Muslim and changes his name to El-Hajj Malik Al-Shabazz. He is later on assassinated and dies a Muslim martyr.
Keywords: 1920s, 1930s, 1940s, 1950s, 1960s, affection, african-american, african-american-protagonist, anger, anti-racism
Malcolm X: We had the best organization a black man's ever had. Niggers ruined it.
Baines: A man curses because he doesn't have the words to say what's on his mind.
[Witnessing Malcolm's control over a mob]::Captain Green: That's too much power for one man to have.
Elijah Muhammad: You will be in the public eye. Beware of them cameras. Oh, them cameras are bad as any narcotic.
Malcolm X: The only thing I like integrated is my coffee.
Rudy: I'm half wop, I'm half nigger. I'm not afraid of nobody.
Malcolm X: We didn't land on Plymouth Rock. Plymouth Rock landed on us!
Malcolm X: [whispering] I will not touch the white man's poison; his drugs, his liquor, his swine, his women.
Baines: A Muslim must be strikingly upright; an outstanding example so that those in the darkness can see the power of the light.
[first lines]::Announcer: In the name of Allah the merciful, all praises due to Allah, Lord of all the worlds. The one God to whom praise is due forever. The one who came to us in the person of Master Fard Muhammad and raised up the Honorable Elijah Muhammad. Amen.::[pause]::Announcer: Asalaamalaikum!::Crowd: Alaikum-salaam!::Announcer: How do you feel?::Crowd: Good!::Announcer: Who do we want to hear?::Crowd: Malcolm X!::Announcer: Are we gonna bring him on? Yes, we gonna bring him on. Well let us hear from our minister, Minister Malcolm X. Let us bring him on with a round of applause!
Together they kept the dream alive.
Plot
In 1964, a brash new pro boxer, fresh from his olympic gold medal victory, explodes on to the scene, Cassius Clay. Bold and outspoken, he cuts an entirely new image for African Americans in sport with his proud public self confidence with his unapologetic belief that he is the greatest boxer of all time. To his credit, he sets out to prove that with his highly agile and forceful style soon making him a formidable boxer who soon claims the heavyweight championship. His personal life is no less noteworthy with his allegiance to the Nation of Islam, his friendship with the controversial Malcolm X and his abandonment of his slave name in favour of Muhammad Ali stirring up controversy. Yet, at the top of his game, both Ali's personal and professional lives face the ultimate test with the military draft rules are changed, making him eligible for military induction during the Vietnam War. Despite the fact that he could easily agree to a sweetheart deal that would have meant an easy tour of duty for himself, Ali refuses to submit on principle to cooperate in an unjust war for a racist nation that treated his people so poorly. The cost of that stand is high as he finds himself unable to legally box in his own country while his case is contested in court. What follows is a battle for a man who would sacrifice so much for what he believes in and a comeback that would cement his legend as one of the great sports figures of all time.
Keywords: 1960s, 1970s, adultery, africa, african-american, african-american-protagonist, african-americans, airplane, american-broadcasting-company, american-flag
Float like a butterfly and sting like a bee.
Forget What You Think You Know
The Champ is here!
Sonji: Are you a virgin?::Muhammad Ali: What do you mean "Am I a virgin"?
Drew 'Bundini' Brown: God don't love us! We be.
[fighting George Foreman]::Muhammad Ali: Is that all you got?
Muhammad Ali: Gonna get me some Champ Burgers.
Belinda: Don King talks black, lives white and thinks green.
Muhammad Ali: Yeah, I know where Vietnam is; it's on TV. Southeast Asia? It's there, too?
Muhammad Ali: Ain't no Vietcong ever called me nigger.
Drew 'Bundini' Brown: Free ain't easy. Free is real. And real's a motherfucker.
Muhammad Ali: Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee His hands can't hit what his eyes can't see.
Muhammad Ali: Damn Don you crazy. You must have studied the whole "D" section of the dictionary.
Float like a butterfly. Sting like a bee... Become a legend.
Plot
After breaking ties with the Nation of Islam, Malcolm X became a man marked for death...and it was just a matter of time before his enemies closed in. Despite death threats and intimidation, Malcolm marched on - continuing to spread the word of equality and brotherhood right up until the moment of his brutal and untimely assassination. Highlighted by newsreel footage and interviews, this is the story of the last twenty-four hours of Malcolm X. Featuring the music of jazz percussionist Max Roach.
Keywords: african-american, black-muslim, civil-rights, cultural-icon, death, equality, interview, jazz, malcolm-x, minister
Plot
Muhammad Ali stars as himself in this dramatised version of his life story up to the late 1970s. It includes his Olympic triumphs as Cassius Clay, his conversion to Islam, his refusal of the Army draft and the legal battle after being stripped of his World Title.
Keywords: actor-playing-himself, adultery, affection, african-american, anti-racism, arrogance, autobiographical, based-on-autobiography, based-on-novel, black-american
The story of a legend that took the world by storm.
The story you only think you knew.
Winner, Loser, Lover, Loudmouth... THE MAN
[Royce talking]
D-12, worst fucking rap group ever (You ready?)
Royce Da 5'9" would like to apologize to the family of my homeboy Bugz
for lettin' that line leak out the radio, it was a long story how it happened
D-12 though, y'all better quit actin' like that wadn't my man too
Like I was tryna disrespect him or somethin', I was tryna disrespect y'all
'Cause that's what I'm doin' (gun-loading sound) from here on 'n
My new name from now on, don't even call me Royce Da 5'9" no mo'
Call me Malcolm X, 'cause e'rybody in the city wanna kill me (*gun shooting sounds*)
I'm Malcolm X now haha, we gon' see who goin, I ain't goin nowhere motherfucker
We gon' see, e'rybody who against me, nigga I'm mad (BITCH)
Haha, yeah, there's only one problem
Everytime you motherfuckers breathe on the mic
It's a motherfuckin' lie nigga, nobody believes you [echoes]
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN [x2]
Y'all niggaz sound like y'all write y'all rhymes with motherfuckin' crayons, BITCHES
[Royce Da 5'9"]
Yeah, what rap crew I gotta snatch up out the game (bitch)
Who must I smack for sayin my name?
Somebody gon' die, it's probably YOU
You couldn't fit Bizarre's body in my shoes
Niggaz quick to talk, all hood 'til I pop up
Plus, you just act tough cause Suge got locked up
I am above y'all, when you droppin your raps to diss me
I only recognize the top of your hats
And I don't like Proof punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck you up
Snatch your little cheap-ass chain and piece you up
You better hope you and the white boy keep in touch
And be a good little hype man, or your lease is up
Since Slim signed 50, I don't see your teeth as much
That's good, cause you got a grill like a fuckin truck!
DAMN HOMIE, it's history, over, hang it up
Go somewhere and hang up some 50 posters, PUNK
You speak too late, y'all prolly gon' go up to them awards
and get yo' ass whooped by B2K
I just wish Eminem would stop tellin' everybody he ain't speakin' to me
Like I'm one of his hoes or somethin'
How 'bout this, I ain't speakin to you, chump
And I'ma keep pickin on your weak ass crew
You, BITCH, Bizarre you a fat stutterin fuck
You a joke, I choke whoever buttered you up
I've been ridin by your house, you don't come out too much
You hidin, when I find you I'ma snatch you out of that truck
and tie your fat stankin ass to your couch and just
FEED YOU, you already look like you about to bust
Nigga you can run or hide; I'll be on your porch
with a cheeseburger tryin to lure you outside!
'Cause he's in it, Bizarre say G-g-g-g-g-g-unit
I bet you throw some extra "g's" in it
Just like a stutterin' fool can't reach intelligence
He sweats when he raps, cuz he got a speach impediment
You, BITCH, Porky's pig and Porky's tomb
About to dig his own grave with a fork and spoon
You, BITCH, Denaun and Swifty please
Give it in, both y'all be wreckin' 50's lease
What do I know, that other nigga y'all got in your group
I don't even know his name, but he can shovel my snow
You, BITCH, let's face it I gave it to y'all
My lil' sister got six puppies that's braver than y'all (barking sounds)
Niggaz is startin' the beef I'm 'bout to end with the quickness
I'm 'bout to end this quicker than Bizarre can finish a biscuit
Quicker than quick shit, y'all ain't felt the half
Quicker than Eminem can pinch Elton's ass
Don't call me, I ain't ready to squash it yet, kiss my ASS
I don't wanna talk to Hex, I am so sick I should be compared to cancer
Y'all thought y'all dudes don't swing like Fred G.? Sanford
I be makin' motherfuckers crash they heads when I rhyme
Y'all lil' niggaz crack ya heads then rhyme, go play;
you lil punk ass niggaz, y'all can scream and yell all you want
I feel like I'm battlin' Keenan & Kel
You, BITCH, none o' y'all can put in the card to kill
Paul better call me, like he called Benzino
Matter o' fact, I might even do a song with Ray
Sign with Murder Inc. and hit you with a song again
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN [x4]
[Royce talking]
I don't even want you lil' punks to think I'm mad
Y'all lil' niggaz are Ninja Turtles, you're nothing
Nothin', you not on my level, I will beat yo bust ass nigga
Tre Little, bring it on
[Tre Little]
Tre Little, the baby gorrilla, I'm just that guy
I'm 5'6", got stacked lines, shit that high, I'm ridin'
FUCK you and your commercial appeal
I turn yo' head into blue 'n yellow +Purple Hills+
I bet you whatever that nobody beats my family
Eminem, Nelly said that he'll eat you like candy
What did you do, got on the phone and called him up
You don't wanna talk to Royce, but you talk to us
You, BITCH, yo' crew some local hoes
I hit you harder than that white girl that broke your nose
You and Royce can squash this with one talk
Step around from your security and talk to that man
I understand you backin' yo' crew, but this my brother
Anythin' that happen to him, somethin' gonna happen to you
And I don't give a fuck for that, nigga, I'll do life
I advise you to stop; yo' money don't buy you stripes
Only thing that money brings is fake niggaz and problems
Followed by niggaz who hate fake niggaz and rob 'em
But you niggaz is WACK; Denaun I'ma stab you
So many times, I'ma feel bad when you collapse!
You niggaz is so BITCH you make me sick to my stomach
Every beat that you ever made sound like it was missin' somethin'
Timbaland lookin' ass, nigga, my style is realer
What producer you ever know only good for album filler
We gon' beat yo' ass DOWN [x2]
[Royce talking]
You!, Yea, punk ass niggaz, yea we in the streets now too, nigga
Big Homie's out nigga, what up
[Tre Little talking]
Yea you studderin ass motherfuckers, what y'all thought
My brother here ain't have no backbone?
Nigga, it's on when I see y'all
Proof what the fuck you thinkin' of nigga, that's cash boy
Need the white boy to get y'all started ass niggaz
Fuck y'all hoes, I told Royce I ain't like that motherfucka
Faggots, I smack the shit outta any one o' y'all niggaz
Sell my bill one nigga
What the fuck y'all thought nigga y'all'll get bought bitch
Street orientated; y'all motherfuckers hate it
Learn how to flow stop bein' mad y'all bitches
Trick, trick, when I catch yo' bitch ass, yea dude
Asked about cash nigga, you comin' to yo' doom
You'll end up like click boom, bitch
Rock City motherfucker, regardless
Get the point bitch, or get the hollows motherfucker
[Intro]
This grown men shit
I don't wanna teach 'em
[Hook]
I don't wanna teach him how to sell, chop and cook, yay up
All my favorite rappers either dead or in jail
I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em
I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em
Don't wanna teach these little girls to put their pussy on the pole
And at the end of the night, get that money off the floor
I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em
I don't wanna teach 'em, I don't wanna teach 'em
What about Patrice, Malcolm, Huey P
I don't want these kids to grow up and be me
I don't wanna teach 'em
[Verse 1]
I used to teach 'em, 'bout what? Knock 'em out
Them pussy niggas know what I'm talkin' about
Big dope, big weight
We only sell to us, self hate
Big guns, we only shootin' us
Big pimpin', dumb fucks
No revolution, they dead broke
No history on black folks
We fucked up, y'all niggas know it
These kids are our weight, me and Tony
You ain't got keys, no bricks
Bitch boy niggas, no dicks
And if you sellin' in the hood why you proud nigga?
Them our folks, getting high nigga
These our kids in real life
You rappin' 'bout what they living like
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Certain rappers don't want beef
This ain't 'bout y'all, it's about me
My soul, our kids
White folks, their dope and our cribs
Big chains, big whips
'Round your neck and our wrist
No bullshit, no mystery
A man ain't shit on this earth without history
The only thing they gonna say about black folks
We like to fuck hoes and sell dope
Shoot jump shots and run balls
Take white money and give it right back at the mall
Louis Vuitton, hate niggas
Gucci hate niggas, Hilfiger been said fuck niggas
I admit that I wear that shit too
But black folks the first to yell?