A few nights ago, I was watching television and I came across a broadcast of “Harlem Nights,” on a local television station. Amused and suffering from a bad case of insomnia, I sat down and watched it.
Even though, it was one of my personal top ten movies of all time, it had been at least 5 years since I had last watched it. I found myself near tears during certain scenes, laughing so hard in one instance that I had to pause it. This movie was incredible, there were so many legendary actors in it, that it read like a “who’s who of Hollywood.” Red Foxx, Richard Pryor, Eddie Murphy, Della Reese, Danny Aiello and last but not least one of my biggest childhood crushes: Jasmine Guy.
To say Jasmine Guy was a star, is an understatement, the woman is a goddess created by Adonis himself and armed with the beauty of the Sistine Chapel. Her charisma, poise and screen presence made her the star of a television show named, “A Different World.” When she turned on that southern accent, as Whitley Gilbert and waltzed across the room in one of her nice skirts, most of the men in America forget about reality, at least for that moment. I recently had the pleasure of meeting her, the strange thing is that it happened 3 days after seeing the movie. She is even more beautiful in person, and her personality is incredible.
Now when I watch “Harlem Nights,” I can just bask in the glow of knowing I got to meet one of the world’s most beautiful women. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind her burying my pants in the yard, so I couldn’t leave the house.