It's the ostensible uselessness of it that perplexes me the most about the Trapped in the Closet series. At 14 episodes and counting, a great deal of manpower and money have gone into the production of TITC, yet it doesn't ever present a marketable single and it's shown on IFC, unabridged, for free. Speaking of which, even more puzzling is how anyone convinced the Independent Film Channel to become a major supporter of such an obviously self-indulgent project. And yet I can't pull my attention away from it. It's mesmerizing in the way that a boxing match is. It's a battle between reason and insanity, and R Kelly's voice moves thickly about you like honey: "You crazier than a fish with titties if you think I'ma let you smoke that shit up in my car!" Testify, Robert!
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Maybe he keeps makin' 'em until we're so dizzy we forget that he likes to pee on underage girls? That blue-screen was very Hitchcockian.
I think after some success all artists feel the need to indulge themselves. Think about all the weird albums John and Yoko did. Now, am I equating "Sgt. Pepper's" with "Feelin on Yo Booty"? No. But someone should mash that up.
Oh, yes, I would download that mess. Where's Samantha Ronsom when you need her?
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my man, who received his Ph.D. in neural science from NYU friggin' loves R. Kelly. Loves TITC. And yes I said friggin' because I don't friggin' get it.
And I mention the Ph.D. not to brag about his intellect or my intellect for nailing his intellect, but rather to demonstrate that there is at least one intellectual person out there who really likes R. Kelly.
I don't friggin' get it.
My favorite thing about the series is that it is an "urban opera" with only one person. He plays all the parts. Ficticious example:
And I was like, "damn!" And she was like, "it's not what you think." "Girl, how could you do this to me." And she was like, "Baby, please." So now I am trapped in the closet!
Sheer genius. Although not in the way R. Kelly thinks.