In her blipster comedy I’m Through With White Girls, which cleaned up on the black film fest circuit last year before finally landing in NYC at a contentious BAM screening earlier this month, Jennifer Sharpe wears her black nerd credentials on her sleeve while maintaining a sure hand of a relatively conventional romantic comedy. Anthony Montgomery starts as a comic book-drawing, cigarette holder-using, fedora-sporting prolonged adolescent case who serial dates Caucasian woman and, after tying his relationship troubles to his ex’s lack of pigmentation instead of his own fear of commitment, takes up with a neurotic, light skinned black novelist (one who seems to be a charter member of the George Clinton hair club for women).

On the eve of her film’s DVD release, we caught up with Sharpe, a current IFP Market laureate for her script Native Honkeys (clearly she’s outdoing herself), about watching earnest dramas, whyThe Poisonwood Bible should be made into a movie and just how long someone can listen to The Roots for. …Read more