R. Kelly: Trapped in the Closet

Last nite, Tash and I watched all 12 episodes of R. Kelly's masterpiece "hip-opera," Trapped in the Closet on Seriously, I think that R. Kelly may be the Shakespeare of our times, combining rhyming couplets and a whole lotta soul.  It's like Shakespeare's sonnets, tragedies and comedies all melded into one.  This magnus opus has everything:  brothaaz on the down-lo, skanky hoez, midgets in cabinets, the grit of "urban" reality.  With "hip-opera" themes like that, Verdi and Puccini just can't compete wit' da R. Kelly, yo.  I laughed, I cried, I rewinded, then I laughed some more.  

And then he says move
She says no
He says move
She says no
BITCH MOVE!!! she moves, and then, he looks at the cabinet,
he walks to the cabinet, he's close to the cabinet, now he's opening the cabinet.
Now pause the movie cos what i'm about to say to ya'll is so damn twisted,
Not only is there a man in his cabinet, but the man… is a MIDGET! 

(Trapped in the Closet, Chap. 9)


..then Cathy says Gwendolyn shut up girl damn..just listen to me
you know that crusty wearin hoe that you was talkin about…Gwen says uh uh..Cathy says well…Gwen says well..well what? Cathy says girl…Gwen says Cathy…Cathy say Gwen I'm sorry girl but that hoe was me….

(Trapped in the Closet, Chap. 12) 

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