Boogie also stars the late Pop Smoke opposite the lead as basketball rival Monk, and the Brooklyn drill icon has a handful of exclusive songs on the film’s drill-heavy soundtrack. Huang himself even lends a hook to a track from Taiwanese rapper Bad Boy Raco G.
Released in early March exclusively to theaters still figuring out how to operate post-COVID-19,
Boogie is is out now on VOD. Its multi-hyphenate creator, Huang, caught up with Complex over the phone to talk about the inspiration behind
Boogie, delivering nuanced portrayals of Taiwanese American and Black culture, combating violence against Asian Americans, and the idea behind his next film.
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Inmates inside the Harris County Jail on Thursday, Jan. 14, 2021, in Houston.Godofredo A. Vásquez, Houston Chronicle / Staff photographerShow MoreShow Less
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Inmates inside the Harris County Jail on Thursday, Jan. 14, 2021, in Houston.Godofredo A. Vásquez, Houston Chronicle / Staff photographerShow MoreShow Less
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Preston Chaney died of COVID-19 after more than three months at the Harris County Jail on allegations he stole lawn equipment and frozen meat. Two days later, Chaney’s court-appointed lawyer, who’d logged just two hours on his case, billed for additional work.
By Marcus J. Guillory
I lied about my age on the job application. I even doctored a Xerox copy of my birth certificate with zero regard for any possible fines or imprisonment. I had to get this job but I was 15, too young. The minimum age to work at AstroWorld was 16. Who could blame me, though? A job at AstroWorld was the hottest thing a teenager could do in Houston in the ’80s.
I sat in the personnel reception area, waiting for my name to be called. My mother waited in her car in the parking lot listening to Luther Vandross, windows down and managing the humidity and heat with a hand fan depicting Jesus washing his disciples’ feet. It didn’t take long. I got the job. A week later, I put on the blue and yellow uniform with the nametag. I had arrived. I was officially part of the dream.