R. Kelly’s Urban Opera

Amy pulled me in this evening to witness R. Kelly’s latest masterpiece, the Urban Opera: Trapped in the Closet. I don’t know much about R. Kelly, but I know enough now that I won’t be listening to anything further from him. Then again, the comedic entertainment factor of his opera was great enough that I may watch the five-part dump again. I might have missed something the first time – my bad-english comprehension isn’t what it could be. The mini-series covers five parts of a song, which isn’t really a song at all so much as it’s R’s stream-of-conciousness put to music. R explains that the film is a real edge-of-your-seat saga. It’s supposed to draw dynamics between the characters in a way to confuse the auidience and leave them anxious for the next part. He also mentioned something about leaving the audience with a question in the end. From what I saw in the films, R. is a little too likely to bust a cap in your ass for no particular reason other than his confusion. He’s also a hypocrite, as are all the people mixed up in affairs (men and women). I also learned that cops in Rapperville wear their bulletproof vests on the outside of their dress shirts and they can smoke while writing you a ticket. Maybe they can smoke, but that doesn’t really seem right. So maybe prison hooch screwed R.’s head up a little. He thinks the film is great and has committed a great deal of effort into its development. Word is that he’s working on another one – possibly the continued saga of “Trapper in the Closet.”

1 comment

  1. have you ever went over a friends house to eatand the food just aint no good

    i mean the macaroni’s soggy the peas are mushed and the chicken tastes like wood

    so you try to play it off like you think you can by sayin that youre full

    and then your friend says momma he’s just being polite he aint finished uh uh that’s bull

    so your heart starts pumpin and you think of a lie and you say that you already ate

    and your friend says man there’s plenty of food so you pile some more on your plate

    Now maybe I’m old and white but thats what I call rap!

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