Max Payne Vs. Soul Train

You should see how they are, all riding up high under the sun without a hint of sweat. This kind of box office reflects the climate of times, a fictional character once-removed from a consoul (“Max Payne”) versus a real person caricatured (“W.”) and wo whadyaknow he’s also da POTUS right now and he lost this one. Apolitical, analytical, faux-umbilical. I am bound by transformational law to avoid prosciutto, by this I mean to say I will see “W.” for film noir and “Max Payne” as fois gras.

As for Don Cornelius, well let’s say it right here in 14 point or whatever they set you on. The house vibe gets a little crazy sometimes, and you’ve got to get yer fits while yer fit-gittin’s good, but not for physical. That’s for what it means to have soul, on the train, in the sunshine, when it gets good again, ‘cuz that’s where you want it, and by this I mean to say it when you’re riding that deep-down and dusky train of the soul made manifest with the manifunk.