I used to pick up garbage for a living. Now I try not to write it.
"Fuck Rodney King," Roger Guenver Smith says in the opening moments of his spoken-word-poetry-essay-performance-art-one-man concert film directed by Spike Lee about the night of the Los Angeles man's police beating that spawned riots.
It's a horrifying and provocative start that is a red herring. I can't say it is "thankfully" a red herring because Smith's words are an indictment of our culture and its obsession with fame, the impossible and conflicting standards its people inflict on its public figures (especially…