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[quote author=Sisi_Kill]Okay, so they are making their posters look sleeker. . .only means they they have perfected their photoshopping skills and plastering white actors on the cover is not gonna change the fact Content is still ABSOLUTE RUBBISH!!


And why the heck is Jenifer still Returning??!! How many times can a person return before we tell them to sit the yansh down in one place??


This Poster is just all sorts of wrong!!
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Half a Yellow Sun might be the only exception. . .only because it isn't a Nollywood movie.[/quote]Eh...sisikill...as much as u re trying to sound critical...u refused to leave artistic foolishness behind. are u saying all nollywood movies re garbage? have u seen 'figurine' or 'phone swap' or 'maami'? pls, if u cnt encourage or criticise constructively ppl tryin to do smth...keep quiet.

I am really lookin forward to these movies at the end of this year which may be likely oscar contenders:
'django unchained' by quentin tarantino ft. leo dicaprio, jamie fox, christopher waltz etc.
'les miserables' by tom hooper ft hugh jackman, anne hathaway, russel crowe amongst others.
'the master' by paul thomas anderson ft. philip seymour hoffman, amy adams, joacquin phoenix etc.
'labor day' ft. kate winslet, josh brolin etc by jason reitman.
can i knw wat movies ppl re lookin forward to??
and let me add a nigerian movie dt av nt yet seen- MAAMI by tunde kelani.

My weekend has been more interestin surprisingly...

vescucci: Em, I swear I was gonna say something that made some sense but it disappeared from my memory.

I could never write a script. Impossible. It's too rigid and full of rules for me. I do not consider it creative writing. I think we have things twisted. I'm not a film maker and I dunno much about what it takes to make a good film. I only know what a good film is. I think scriptwriters are not supposed to be burdened with the creation of ideas too. It should be like having a stenographer who dictates everything an author says. A scriptwriter should just develop a story into scenes and sequences. That is what I feel. Good luck to you both sha

i disagree wiv u....vescucci..

villageboi, cud u giv me ur e-mail so i can send one of my scripts to you for correction...?

tnx v much. u re on point. i reside in Nigeria sha. tnx

villageboi...pls, av written some gud scripts (at least in my opinion), do u knw hw i can sell dem? cos frm ur previous.posts, u ve shot a short film before. tnx

yeah...av registered wiv celtx to use it for my scripts but pls expatiate more on using it...

tnx ....cityboi...lol

biliki of course!

nijanigga: "Anuofia", get a life. Without the correction the story is confusing.

m.o.r.o.n....cmon sense wud tell u dt...no nid of turnin ur pathetic self to an e-interpreter....

nijanigga: Living in Jos not Leaving in Jos . . .

so....upon hw crios nd pathetic d news is....all u can see is this ode! get a lyf!

TITANIC!!

[quote author=Soo_cool]so, superstitions now make front page!!! smh[/quote]dnt talk lyk a f.o.ol cos some ppl beliv in wat u dnt...

congrats!!!!

Please guys, check out these screenplay excerpts and criticise...

@briareos...tnx for d correctn.

Wen wud we hear gud news...kai!....nt only d govt...d citizens av gone mad again...

Sum1 shud pls say smth!!! In wat way can i improve?

Am more handsum dan many of dem

Pls guys, help criticise

eh eh eh...dis one crios oo...u go hear upcoming actor too...instead of 'up-and-coming'...lol...make we free dem jare...

Eeehhhyahhh...RIP grandma...bur d woman looks kinda malnourished or smth...IMO...is she an HIV patient? and d woman black wella oh...kai! Rihanna...bokorihanna...

'Bombgaskia'....a stew by northerners

This is a scene from a screenplay I just finished. Please criticise constructively. thanks.
Scene 2
{Inside the school hall, the parents and teachers are seated on two sides with an aisle in between; though, some teachers are standing with one of them at the entrance of the hall. On a raised platform is the high table with some parents seated and the principal of Honey Bells International Secondary school seated at the centre. A male teacher walks to the podium and speaks through the microphone.}
MR. SEYE: Good afternoon, our fathers and mothers. It’s a pleasure to have another parent-teacher association meeting today. But before the meeting commences, let’s say a little prayer…
{At the school gate, a jeep cruises into the school compound. It’s now raining. After a while, a woman alights from the car, dressed very gorgeously in a lady’s suit, short skirt and a black hat. She holds out her umbrella…}
{At the school hall, Mr. Seye rounds up the prayer session and invites the principal to the podium following a round of applause.}
PRINCIPAL: {smiles} Well, I’m very happy that the Lord Almighty has spared our lives to witness the second PTA meeting of this term. It has been…
{The woman in black walks briskly towards the entrance of the school hall holding a young boy. She gets to the entrance.}
MR. DEJI: Em, you are welcome, ma. Children are not allowed in the PTA meeting. It’s strictly between parents and…
MRS. PEPPLE: Get lost! {She shoves him aside and he falls down flat! She barges into the school hall holding her child with attention now drawn to her. The principal notices her presence.}
PRINCIPAL: Em, Mrs. Pepple, it’s nice to have you here… {She ignores the principal’s welcome remark and walks up to the raised platform with her child and snatches the microphone from the principal.}
PRINCIPAL: Em…
MRS. PEPPLE: Oh, Mr. Principal, let me. You’ve been talking for ages. {Faces the parents and teachers} Sorry for the unavoidable interruption. It’s a pity that a citadel of learning of such honourable calibre would still allow herbivores to pass knowledge to innocent children. {The parents start to murmur. The Principal is confused,}
MRS. PEPPLE: Or which human being would slap a young child like this?! {Gesticulates with her child’s face} Can’t you all see the marks of the filthy thing that laid his or her hand on my child?! Can’t you see? Parents, we have to wage war against child abuse and unnecessary disciplinary measures…
PRINCIPAL: Em, Madam Pepple, why can’t we discuss this after the meeting?
MRS. PEPPLE: Sir, I don’t have time for backdoor nonsense. {Faces the parents} We can’t just open our eyes and watch our children being treated like second class citizens after paying over five times of minimum wage as school fees… {A woman stands up, interrupting her.}
MRS. ADETAYO: Madam, would you rather speak for yourself? And please, don’t blame anybody for passing across a message you refused as a parent…
MRS. PEPPLE: Excuse me? Eh, I don’t know who paid you to speak those unkind words to me but why don’t you just shut your silly ass before I treat you like the trash you are… {Some parents gasp in awe of the name-callings.}
MRS. ADETAYO: What did you just call me? Ehn? I don’t blame you but when motherly duties are too burdensome for you to discharge; you should be ready to bear the consequences. {Mrs. Kuforiji pulls her to her seat.}
MRS. ADETAYO: Salawu, leave me alone and let me face her.
MRS. KUFORIJI: Take am easy. I dey here for you. I dey put her suffer for cooler.
MRS. PEPPLE: Mr. Principal, I’m really amazed that psychos have started to grace our PTA meetings. {To her son} Who is that useless teacher that slapped you?
DAVID: Em, Miss. Evelyn…
MRS. PEPPLE: {shouts} who is Mrs. Evelyn?!
PRINCIPAL: It’s ‘Miss’…
MRS. PEPPLE: Who cares? Mrs. Evelyn?!
MISS EVELYN: {gently raises her hand} I’m here, ma.
MRS. PEPPLE: {notices her} Oh, there you are, trollop.
MRS. MOTUNRAYO: {whispers to the parent seated beside her} Seems like she has a name for everyone…
MRS. PEPPLE: ‘Miss. Evelynch’, you had the guts to slap my boy…
MISS EVELYN: Em, I’m quite sorry ma but your son literally beat up a junior to the extent of knocking out the child’s tooth! {The parents murmur and Mrs. Pepple eyes them.}
MISS EVELYN: I admit I slapped your son out of anger but I feel the parent of the boy whose tooth was knocked out should be the one… flaring up…
MRS. PEPPLE: {Chuckles} I’m flaring up? Hm? What a good explanation to vindicate evil. Are you so uncivilized that you couldn’t call me that my son did such a thing and I would reprimand him as I wish?!
MISS EVELYN: But ma, that’s why we operate a boarding system of schooling here. Your wards are at out tender care…
MRS. PEPPLE: Will you shut up before the people who added ‘tender care’ to the dictionary slap your wrinkled face? Evelyn or whatever you are called, I’m going to sue you to court. This is the last of your evil mission in this school. {Miss Evelyn looks startled.}
MISS EVELYN: Evil mission?
MRS. PEPPLE: I will ensure I bring you…down. {A woman suddenly interrupts her angrily.}
MRS. KUFORIJI: Eh-eh, mad woman, wetin be your wahala gan? You come here dey baf us with saliva as if your pikin do something wey get sense.
MRS. PEPPLE: {Looks at her from head to toe} and the snail showcases shame where animals with horns are talking…
MRS. KUFORIJI: Na u be shame. Your mama gan- shame! You com hia dey talk as if we no get mouth. Na my son your son beat but I cool temper, I no talk. You com dey behave as if ‘skanskan’ dey worry you.
MRS. PEPPLE: I beg your pardon. Who is this?
MRS. KUFORIJI: {reties her wrapper} If you get ‘were’, you no get ‘aroma’…
MRS. PEPPLE: Eh, stop there. Em…em...sch....l-let me first overlook your inability to communicate in simple English and focus on the subject matter…is it my fault that my son is stronger than yours? Hm? And I trust my son; your son must have been very rude to his senior to deserve such reward…
PRINCIPAL: Mrs. Pepple, that’s enough…
MRS. PEPPLE: Mr. Principal, if you know you are not a principality of child abuse, then let me speak because I will not open my eyes and watch incompetent teachers maltreat my son!
MISS EVELYN: Nobody maltreated your son, ma…
MRS. PEPPLE: Shut your mouth…
MRS. KUFORIJI: Shey you don finish your madness? Ehn? Let me tell you now, you are disgrace to woman. {Some parents burst into laughter.}No good mother fit talk the rubbish wey you talk here. If na my son try wetin your pikin do, I go beat am so tey. You come here come dey yarn rubbish like dog wey get rabies…
MRS. PEPPLE: Oh, that’s the last straw that broke the camel’s back. Mr. Principal, David is leaving this school today!
PRINCIPAL: Common, Madam Pepple, we can settle this…
MRS. PEPPLE: I am taking my son to a better school where students are not tortured to death in the name of discipline. Miss Evelyn, meet me in court. {She holds her son tightly and drops the microphone on the high table and starts walking out of the hall.}
MRS. KUFORIJI: Shameless woman. Hu-uh-uh-uh! Comot your pikin for here; shame on you. {The Principal signals to Miss Evelyn and she follows Mrs. Pepple outside, in the rain while Salawu continues to spew insults in rage.}
MRS. KUFORIJI: Na pikin wey get bingo brain go call you mama.
PRINCIPAL: {Picks the microphone} Em, please let there be order. Mrs. Kuforiji, can we have some quiet?
{Miss Evelyn follows Mrs. Pepple begging for her forgiveness.}
MISS EVELYN: I’m sorry ma. It wouldn’t repeat itself…
MRS. PEPPLE: {suddenly faces her} Young lady, don’t be foolish. Trust me, I’m ready to use my money and influence to deal with you.
MISS EVELYN: I just said I’m sorry.
MRS. PEPPLE: So? I don’t blame you. You don’t have a child yet; how would you know how it feels for one’s child to be maltreated?
MISS EVELYN: Don’t you think you are taking it too far, ma?
MRS. PEPPLE: What you took too far was slapping my son like the bata drum. Abi David?
DAVID: Of course, mum.
MISS EVELYN: ma, I don’t like the way you are blindly taking sides with your son. You are not making him realise what he did is wrong.
MRS. PEPPLE: Really?
MISS EVELYN: Yes. I’m sorry but this matter is just a trivial one that could be settled maturely.
MRS. PEPPLE: Of course. Why don’t you resign from this school?
MISS EVELYN: Re-what?
MRS. PEPPLE: I’m asking you to resign…
MISS EVELYN: This is going too far. Teaching is one of my numerous passions…
MRS. PEPPLE: And I hope going to prison is also one of them. I’m giving you an option now…
MISS EVELYN: You are really a bad example to mothers.
MRS. PEPPLE: Hm? You should have told me you came here to challenge my parenting skills. But believe you me; I would fight you with my popularity…
MISS EVELYN: {cuts in} Please, don’t let’s confuse ‘popularity’ with ‘infamy’… {She walks out on Mrs. Pepple and the latter angrily enters her jeep with her son and the driver zooms off!}

Even though genevieve nnaji is more popular...Funke Akindele is better because she completely disappears into her roles unlike genny who undoubtably is a v good actress but as a viewer, you can rarely see the character and not genevieve herself. Her mannerisms are mostly the same in most movies. Check 'jenifa' and funke akindele successfully pulled the local girl thing off not minding looking stupid. Then 'aye olomokan' where she disappeared into the role of a spoilt child...a contrast from what she did in Jenifa. then, the tunde kelani movie-'maami', she was the bomb playing a mother. some ppl even shed a tear seeing the movie. Genevieve is good but Funke is better. genny is more of a movie star while Funke is more of an actress...just like comparing Julia roberts and Kate winslet!

Nigerians freak abt BB cos their xposure is limited.

Neva knew dis wud get to d frnt page.lol

onila: yea finally

usian bolt is 2 loud n cocky for my liking

sharap dia! Miss oniokro. If he had won, i'd bet u wud b singin his praises by nw. Mschew. @op. Dats 1 of d tinz in sports, it's nt always sure for u lyk arithmetic. I bliv bolt cn use dis to his advantage by makin dis steer up anger in him nt only to beat dis lohan guy but also 2 brk his personal record. Jst sayin...

1. Hunter hunted. 2. D rise and fall of gej.

kokoA: My sister's keeper, Notebook, Pursuit of hapyness, 7pounds

i totally agree wiv my sister's keeper...also titanic nd d help.