PAYDAY had that lazy, mischievous humour of Ice Cube’s ‘Friday’ trilogy, mixed with raw, often avoided truths, served on a platter of cou-cou and flying fish.
When I first heard Shakirah Bourne read I suspected she was born to be a storyteller. After seeing PAYDAY, my suspicions were confirmed. As a writer, seeing an idea come to fruition and landing on the big screen, I stand in awe and full respect of her and am happy to see local storytelling shift from the stage to the screen.
Not being able to make it to the premiere (which a birdie told me was sold out) I finally got my chance to see it this weekend. I don’t think I have ever seen that many people in Olympus on Sunday. I stood in the line holding my bills, nervous as I heard people in front of me asking for two and three tickets to PAYDAY. I was praying that it wasn’t sold out. Successful in obtaining a ticket, I took a seat in the packed cinema, next to who I didn’t know at the time would have an old Pearly laugh that would proliferate the hilarity of the movie. That is the epitome of Bajan storytelling.
Revolving around the ‘lime’, Shakirah told the story everyone knows but few tell– Continue reading
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