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Following the sad death of Natina Reed - known by fans of late 1990s R&B fans as the MC of group Blaque - her former boyfriend Kurupt gave a glowing tribute to someone who was an integral part of his life.
Reed was recently struck by a car whilst crossing a street, causing her to die just two days short of her 33rd birthday. In a statement to MTV, Kurupt commented "Myself and Tren, Natina's son, would like to thank everyone for their love and support during this tragic time. This is a tremendous loss to our family. Natina was a great person and I wish everyone had the opportunity to meet her and know her as I did." The pair were never married, but were engaged for some time in the early 2000s as well as having Tren together, their 10 year-old son.
Reed’s death is an especially poignant one given that her mentor, TLC star Lisa ‘Left Eye’ Lopes, also died in tragic circumstances in 2002 aged just 30. Blaque enjoyed considerable chart success during their prime, with hits like ‘808’ and ‘Bring It All To Me’ making them household names. A police spokesperson told the Atlanta Journal-Constitution that “as of right now, it does not appear that the driver has any fault in this event,” regarding the incident that led to Reed’s death.
Tragically Natina Reed, from American R&B group 'Blaque', has been killed in a motor accident. Today would have been her 33rd birthday.
Reed was walking along a public highway in a suburb of Georgia, Atlanta on Friday (26th Oct 2012), when she was struck by a moving vehicle at around 10:30pm. The driver called 911 immediately, but nothing could be done to save her life and she was pronounced dead later in the evening at a local medical centre. Police have confirmed that the driver was not at fault and no charges will be made against him. However, it is still unclear as to why Reed was in the road.
Reed also appeared in the 2000 movie 'Bring It On' along with her fellow bandmates, Brandi Williams and Shamara Fears-DeVoe, who all played cheerleaders rivalling the film's protagonist. Williams and DeVoe have expressed their profound sadness at the loss of their friend. "Natina continuously embodied the pioneering spirit of Blaque and her undeniable creativity touched the hearts of fans everywhere," they said in a statement, reported by the BBC, "Natina was a mother, sister, accomplished songwriter, artist and friend. She will forever be missed and her global influence eternally felt." Reuters reports that the band had recently got back together and were working on a new album. DeVoe also tweeted about her loss. "My world as I know it has forever changed. Until we meet again, may you find comfort in the arms of an angel. I love you Natina." She is survived by her 10 year old son, fathered by rapper Kurupt.
By my calculations - and this is far from scientific - Seagal appears in approximately 15% of his own scenes. The rest of the time, director Don Michael Paul uses quick-cuts, (very) large shadows and wide-angle shots taken from a distance to hide the liberal use of a body double. So why use Seagal at all? Is he really a draw? An effective marketing tool?
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No, the title of "Half Past Dead" isn't meant to describe the state of one-note, whisper-tough action star Steven Seagal's movie career -- but it wouldn't be far off. The guy has never had the best taste in scripts -- let's face it, any good movies he's made have been flukes -- but this gangsta-styled, ammo-fueled, prison break-in Z-movie could well be the dumbest flick he's ever anchored.
Taking place on a high-tech "New Alcatraz" prison island, where a guard's hand print and voice identification are required to get into cell blocks but the armory doesn't even have a screen door, the plot revolves around prisoner (and deep-cover FBI agent) Seagal leading the inmates in a battle against leather-clad bad-ass invaders from Central Casting who've come to snatch a death row resident -- during his execution -- so he can lead them to a secret stash of gold.
Nothing more than feeble, imitation-John-Woo style slow-mo shoot-outs and kung fu clashes set to a rap and hard-rock soundtrack, this movie has no standards beyond achieving the loudest possible visual volume. Writer-director Don Michael Paul (whose only credits are the script for the insufferable sci-fi motorcycle movie "Harley Davidson and the Marlboro Man" and episodes of trash TV like "Silk Stalkings" and "Pacific Blue") couldn't care less about wooden acting, scenery chewing or gaping chasms in common sense, just as long as the guns stay a-blazin' and the obligatory babe baddie (Nia Peeples) shows a lot of midriff (because tight leather tummy tops are just so practical when parachuting into a penitentiary full of hardened rapists and murderers).
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"Hollywood Homicide" is a sly satire of buddy-cop action-comedies that replicates the genre's trappings so precisely many moviegoers will mistake it for a genuinely bad buddy-cop action-comedy.
The vaguely ridiculous title and overtly assembly-line plot all by themselves had me dreading the press screening. A handsome, aging, grumpy detective (Harrison Ford) in a wise-cracking reluctant partnership with a handsome rookie detective (Josh Hartnett), both of whom are way out of their depths investigating the gunning down of a rap group in a hip-hop club? Talk about knee-deep in Hollywood pig slop.
But writer-director Ron Shelton ("Tin Cup," "Bull Durham") -- who wrote this film just after completing his for-hire helming of the genuinely cliché-riddled L.A. cop drama "Dark Blue" -- embraces this ostensible triteness and reshapes it into comedy of the absurd without being conspicuously ironic or self-aware. "Hollywood Homicide" is often authentically slapdash, shallow and hackneyed because its mockery of Hollywood's pre-fabricated blockbuster mentality is meant to sneak up on you.
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