Starring: Kingsley Ben-Adir, Eli Goree, Aldis Hodge, Leslie Odom Jr., Lance Reddick, Nicolette Robinson, Michael Imperioli, Beau Bridges
OUR RATING: ★★★½
Amazon Prime drama directed by Regina King. A fictionalized story set on the night of February 25, 1964 in Miami, following a young Cassius Clay (Eli Goree), before he became Muhammad Ali, who joins activist Malcolm X (Kingsley Ben-Adir), singer Sam Cooke (Leslie Odom Jr.), and football star Jim Brown (Aldis Hodge), as they discuss the responsibility of being successful black men during the civil rights movement.
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Our Favorite Quotes:'Can't nobody else understand what it's like being one of us except us.' - Cassius Clay (One Night in Miami) Click To Tweet 'Power just means a world where we're safe to be ourselves. To look like we want. To think like we want. Without having to answer to anybody for it.' - Cassius Clay (One Night in Miami) Click To Tweet 'If you try and see what's going on, and figure out how people are thinking, and really just determine the times of your day, well, I think you can always write something people will understand.' - Sam Cooke (One Night in Miami) Click To Tweet
Angelo Dundee: Finish him off!
Cassius Clay: I’ll finish him when I’m good and ready to.
Myron Cohen: I want you to imagine a man, who for twenty-five years of his life, arrived to work every morning at nine o’clock. You could set your watch by him. Then suddenly one morning, after twenty-five years of punctual nine in the morning appearances, not only is he late, but he doesn’t look like himself. Big lump on his head, two black eyes, bloody nose, torn lip, clothes ripped, and disheveled. His boss says, “What in the world happened to you?” He says, “Oh, fell down a whole flight of stairs, almost got killed.” His boss says, “So this took you an hour?”
Mr. Carlton: No man who’s run one thousand eight hundred and sixty yards in a season needs to be so humble.
Jim Brown: Actually, it was one thousand and eight hundred and sixty-three.
Mr. Carlton: Oh, that’s more like it. That record is going to stand the test of time.
Jim Brown: You moving some furniture?
Mr. Carlton: Mm-hmm.
Jim Brown: Well, you know, you should let me help you with that.
Mr. Carlton: Ah, so considerate of you, Jimmy. But you know we don’t allow n*****s in the house, so it’s quite alright. It really is wonderful to see you, son. You keep up the good work. Do us all proud.
Betty X: We are all alone if we go through with this.
Malcolm X: For the moment. But I have one more potential ace up my sleeve.
Betty X: What?
Malcolm X: Brother Cassius. I thought you might not be able to make it.
Cassius Clay: Hey, man, ain’t no way I’m going into that ring without my insurance policy.
Malcolm X: You ready for tonight?
Cassius Clay: Man, I’ve been training three years for this fight. I’m as ready as a person can be.
Malcolm X: Well, still, it might not hurt to just tone down the rhetoric till after the fight.
Cassius Clay: Why would I do that?
Malcolm X: May be easier for you to focus, Cash, you know, if, for once, the only person gunning for your head is the guy in the ring and not the entire arena.
Malcolm X: And why would you model yourself after a person everyone hates, Cash?
Cassius Clay: Because everyone in that arena pays a hundred dollars to see George lose. The way I figure it, win or lose the fight, George has already won the war.
Malcolm X: Well, maybe you fellas just like going around with targets on your backs.
Cassius Clay: Oh, we learned from the best, Brother Minister.
Malcolm X: Touché.
Sam Cooke: [after Clay’s win they join Malcolm in his motel room] S**t, ain’t you too tired?
Cassius Clay: Tired? Boy, I’m energized. Was before I even threw the first punch.
Sam Cooke: Willie Pastrano, that’s the dancing master, ain’t it?
Cassius Clay: S**t, if he’s the dancing master, I must be the m*therf***ing inventor of dance.
Cassius Clay: I am two hundred ten and a half pounds of trouble, boys. And what they didn’t know was when they weighed me in, a half pound of it wasn’t even me.
Jim Brown: Oh, what was it, Cash?
Cassius Clay: It was a half pound of divine skill bestowed upon me from God up on high!
Cassius Clay: If tonight don’t prove God was with me, then nothing does!
Jim Brown: Well, he sure as s**t wasn’t with Sonny.
Cassius Clay: Oh, man, you know Sonny a damn heathen. And what do they always say, Malcolm? The penalty one pays for avoiding the path of righteousness is walking whatever other path they choose alone.
Cassius Clay: Yes, yes, Cassius Marcellus Clay is the new heavyweight champion of the world, boys!
Sam Cooke: Yes, he is!
Cassius Clay: And I don’t even have a scratch on my face!
[looks at himself in the mirror]
Cassius Clay: Oh, my goodness.
Sam Cooke: What’s wrong, Cash?
Jim Brown: What? Cash, what is it?
Cassius Clay: Why am I so pretty? And I’m only twenty-two years-old. There is no way I’m supposed to be this great. Look, Alexander the Great conquered the whole world at the age of thirty. And I conquered the world of boxing at twenty-two, without sustaining so much as a scratch.
Malcolm X: That’s right.
Sam Cooke: There he goes!
Cassius Clay: You do the math.
Sam Cooke: Alright. Where and when is this party going down?
Cassius Clay: Yeah, that’s a good question. What’s on the agenda, Malcolm?
Malcolm X: Well, I thought this would be a wonderful chance for us to reflect on what’s happened tonight. Like our young brother said, there’s no denying that greater forces were at work.
Jim Brown: You mean, no one else is coming?
Malcolm X: Oh, rest assured, my brother, you’re not missing anything.
Sam Cooke: Can we at least have something to eat while we reflect?
Malcolm X: Yes, as a matter of fact, we do, Brother Sam. Just because I’m militant doesn’t mean I don’t know how to have a good time.
Jim Brown: [referring to the ice cream] Well, what flavor is it?
Malcolm X: Well, we have vanilla, Jimmy, and vanilla.
Jim Brown: S**t.
Sam Cooke: How’s that for irony?
Malcolm X: Last time I checked, Brother Sam, vanilla was your flavor of choice.
Sam Cooke: The entire city of Miami is celebrating Cassius’s win.
Cassius Clay: Yeah, they was all expecting to be partying with Sonny Liston tonight.
Cassius Clay: I’ve been thinking long and hard about it, boys, and I’m officially joining the Nation of Islam.
Sam Cooke: Cassius, are you sure that’s such a good idea?
Cassius Clay: Why not?
Sam Cooke: Well, I thought this Muslim jive was something to rile up white folks.
Malcolm X: No, it’s no jive, Sam.
Malcolm X: We’re entering a new time where no one can hold us back from voicing our honest opinions.
Sam Cooke: Well, if it’s such a good idea, why don’t you become a Muslim, too?
Jim Brown: S**t. Have you tasted my grandmother’s pork chops? And I like white women too. F*** that.
Malcolm X: Oh, you’ll see the light soon enough, Jimmy.
Jim Brown: I don’t need to, hanging around you. Ain’t you ever heard of guilt by association?
Kareem X: [referring to Sam] Your friend is quite the truculent one.
Malcolm X: Well, entertaining white people in the South will bring the truculence out of any Black man.
Sam Cooke: [referring to Malcolm] He should be able to handle being called out on his s**t, especially since he’s made such a name for himself calling everyone else out on theirs.
Cassius Clay: Why you got to push back so hard on everything, Sam?
Sam Cooke: Because I’m a pushy m*therf***er. And I ain’t changing.
Cassius Clay: Mind if I ask you a question?
Jamaal: Yeah, sure.
Cassius Clay: You like being a Muslim?
Jamaal: Well, it beats being a purse thief from Toledo.
Cassius Clay: I mean, was it hard, you know, giving up stuff?
Jamaal: Well, I reckon so. I used to love me a nice Champale every now and then. Certainly miss my grandmama’s pork chops.
Jim Brown: See?
Cassius Clay: [referring to Jim’s acting in a movie] I should’ve known as soon as you said “Black action hero,” the next part of that sentence was going to be, “who gets killed.”
Jim Brown: It went well, man. I think there might be a future for me in this.
Cassius Clay: Being the sacrificial N**** in some Western ain’t the same as the NFL, man.
Jim Brown: We’re all just gladiators, Cash, with our ruler sitting up there in his box, giving us the thumbs up or the thumbs down. Well, I don’t want no damn ruler. Alright? S**t, it’s only so much running one man can do, anyway.
Cassius Clay: Oh, speak for yourself. I plan to run, dance, and fight well into my old age.
Malcolm X: I know when I’m being watched.
Sam Cooke: How you know they wasn’t watching me? S**t, I’m famous.
Cassius Clay: They ain’t all after you, Malcolm.
Malcolm X: Yeah, Hoover’s lackeys have been following me around so long, they know where I’m going to be before I do.
Cassius Clay: Yeah, as a matter of fact, maybe some exercise is just what we all need. What say we stretch our legs, boys?
Sam Cooke: Are you serious?
Cassius Clay: As a heart attack.
Malcolm X: I figure I’d better start getting my life story documented in my own words while I can.
Jim Brown: What are you talking about, man?
Malcolm X: Jimmy, there’s been this feeling permeating the air as of late.
Jim Brown: Uh, anger?
Sam Cooke: Anxiety?
Cassius Clay: Humidity.
Malcolm X: More like menace. Foreboding, or death.
Cassius Clay: Well, I should be in movies too then. Damn, I’m too pretty not to be up on screen.
Sam Cooke: There you go!
Cassius Clay: And you too, Malcolm.
Malcolm X: Yeah?
Cassius Clay: You could be our director.
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