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It's not Stephan James' birthday (that was back in December right around the time we posted this here phenom photo-shoot) - I just felt like posting Stephan this morning because of how goddamn he looked at the Globes this weekend, and because I'm getting real irritable (with the BAFTA noms this morning) at how under-appreciated Barry Jenkins' If Beale Street Could Talk is turning out to be this awards season. You want a gorgeous and humanistic movie about race made in 2018 you go to the source, you go to Beale Street, not fucking Green Book. (Here's my review from the NYFF.) But that's just my two cents. Okay, ten cents. That's a dollar, man.
(Click here to see more from this scene; this will have
to do until I can gif him in his tighty-whities in Beale Street.)
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