October 13, 2005 |
The throng at the Conga Room on L.A.'s Miracle Mile is just a dozen or so shy of a level that brings a frown to fire marshals. Elegantly dressed women occupy most of the seats, and the men jammed into the area near the bar have left the baggy club gear at home in favor of more fashionable garb. But despite the singles-night-out vibe, this evening is not about the hook-up. A few women sip Cosmopolitans, but the bar is doing only moderate business. Cellphones have been holstered and silenced.
August 27, 1995 |
There she was, winking knowingly into the camera as she karate-kicked in her superbaaaaad leather outfit, every hair in her boulder-sized Afro in place. Those in the overflow audience at the University Art Museum Pacific Film Archive at UC Berkeley could hardly contain themselves as they watched her on screen, battling the villains and romancing the good guys. The silky announcer on the trailer they were viewing for the 1974 blaxploitation epic "Foxy Brown" gave added punch to her punches.