Editor’s note: Disclaimer: Some spoilers.

The first time I saw—really saw—George Romero’s classic 1968 film Night of the Living Dead was in a college horror-film class. The class was rumored to be a “gut”—little to no reading, no exams. Just write a couple of papers and get an easy A, people claimed.

Director and writer Shaka King is busy in the TV-and-film industry at the moment, but that wasn’t always the case.

In my head, Clifton Powell is my homeboy. Ever since I first saw Menace II Society in 1993 and Chauncey called Kane a “cockblockin’ motherfucker”, I  knew there was something special about him. Roughly an almost literal hundred thousand trillion roles later, I’m still rockin’ with him. When I fire up Netflix,…