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UPDATE 1/20 11:20 a.m. — Doja Cat’s brother, Raman Dalithando Dlamini, has broken his silence on the musician’s lawsuit and denied the accusations against him.
“Yes, [I’m denying it],” Dlamini told The Shade Room on Thursday, January 18. “I haven’t seen anybody in years. What are you talking about? There’s no story.”
Dlamini also shut down the accusations that he had “gotten violent” with their mother.
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Doja Cat is allegedly being physically and verbally abused by her brother.
The singer’s mom, Deborah Elizabeth Sawyer, filed for a temporary restraining order against Doja’s brother, Raman Dalithando Dlamini, per legal documents obtained by Us Weekly that were filed on Friday, January 12, in Los Angeles Superior Court.
In the filing, she also listed Doja, 28, as someone who needed protection from Raman, 30.
TMZ reported that Sawyer alleged that Doja’s teeth were knocked out by Raman, further claiming that he had given her cuts and bruises and destroyed and stole some of her property. She claimed that Raman was verbally abusive toward Doja “in a very degrading and demeaning manor [sic]” and that he had made the “Say So” singer feel “unsafe and traumatized.”
Sawyer also alleged that Raman physically abused her and threatened her over the past year, citing an incident that occurred earlier this month.
Sawyer was granted court-ordered protection from Raman and a hearing is pending for a permanent restraining order. (Sawyer has also allegedly had a restraining order against her son in the past, but it has since expired.)
The judge noted that the “Paint the Town Red” singer would have to file her own request for a restraining order.
Us has reached out to Doja’s rep for comment and is still trying to reach Raman.
Since releasing her first EP, Purr!, in 2014, Doja has had her fair share of ups and downs through the years.
In July 2023, Doja faced backlash after she slammed her fan base’s unofficial nickname, “Kittenz.”
“My fans don’t name themselves s—t,” she wrote in a since-deleted Threads post. “If you call yourself a ‘kitten’ or f—king ‘kittenz’ that means you need to get off your phone and get a job and help your parents with the house.”
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The previous year, Doja was engaged in an online feud with Noah Schnapp after he leaked their messages where she discussed her crush on his costar Joseph Quinn.
While saying that young people “say dumb s—t,” Doja added that the Stranger Things star’s actions were “borderline snake s–t,” and “like weasel s–t.” Later that month, Schnapp, 19, said he apologized to Doja and the two made amends.
Despite this, Doja seemingly lost over 200,000 Instagram followers, with Us Weekly reporting at the time that her follower count had dropped from 24.34 million to 24.14 million.
After Doja was linked to comedian J. Cyrus in November 2022, her fans pointed out her new beau’s past controversies, including manipulating some of his Twitch site moderators. He later seemingly apologized for his past actions in a since-deleted social media post, calling himself “careless” and “disrespectful.”
When a fan account shared a post about Cyrus’ allegations, Doja clapped back in a since-deleted Instagram comment, writing, “I WANT YALL TO READ THIS COMMENT AND TAKE IT AS A MESSAGE. I DONT GIVE A F—K WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT MY PERSONAL LIFE I NEVER HAVE AND NEVER WILL GIVE A F—K WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT ME OR MY PERSONAL LIFE GOODBYE AND GOOD RIDDANCE.”
UPDATE 1/20 11:20 a.m. — Doja Cat’s brother, Raman Dalithando Dlamini, has broken his silence on the musician’s lawsuit and denied the accusations against him. “Yes, [I’m denying it],” Dlamini told The Shade Room on Thursday, January 18. “I haven’t seen anybody in years. What are you talking about? There’s no story.” Dlamini also shut
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Kanye West’s “Father” video looks like a fever dream in a church, but underneath the spectacle it’s a quiet argument about who really runs the world. The altar isn’t just about God; it’s about every “father” structure that decides what’s true, who belongs, and who gets cast out.
The church in “Father” doesn’t behave like a safe, sacred space. It feels like a headquarters. The aisle becomes a catwalk for power: brides, a knight, a nun, a Michael Jackson double, astronauts, Travis Scott, all moving through the frame while Kanye mostly sits and watches. The room doesn’t change for them—they’re the ones being processed.
That’s the first big tell: this isn’t just about religion. It’s about systems. The church stands in for any institution that claims moral authority—governments, platforms, labels, churches, media—places where identity, status, and “truth” are negotiated behind the scenes. Faith is the language; control is the product.
In this universe, Kanye isn’t the leader of the service. He’s a problem in the pews. The wildest scene makes that explicit: astronauts move in, pull off his mask, expose him as an “alien,” and carry him out. It’s funny, surreal—and brutal.
That moment plays like a metaphor for what happens when someone stops being useful to the system. If you’re too unpredictable, too loud, too off‑script, the institution finds a way to unmask you, label you, and remove you. But here’s the twist: once he’s gone, the spectacle continues. Travis still shines, the ceremony rolls on, the church keeps doing what the church does. The message is cold: no one is bigger than the machine.
The title “Father” is doing triple duty: God, parent, and patriarchal authority. The video leans into a hard question—are we following something we believe in, or something we’re afraid to disappoint?
Inside this church, people don’t react when things get strange. A nun is handled like a criminal, cards burn, an alien is dragged away, and the room barely flinches. That’s not devotion, that’s conditioning. The deeper critique is that many of our modern “faiths”—political, religious, even fandom—have slid from relationship into obedience. You’re not invited to wrestle with meaning; you’re expected to sit down, sing along, and accept the script.
The casting in “Father” feels like a visual ranking chart. The knight represents sanctioned force: power that’s old, armored, and legitimated by history. The cross and church setting evoke sacrifice: whose pain gets honored, whose story gets canonized, whose doesn’t. The Michael Jackson lookalike signals how even fallen icons remain useful as symbols long after their humanity is gone.
In that context, Kanye’s removal reads as a sacrifice that keeps the system intact. Take the problematic prophet out of the frame, keep the music, keep the ritual, keep the brand. The father‑system doesn’t collapse; it adjusts. Control isn’t loud in this world—it’s quiet, procedural, dressed like order.
The most uncomfortable part of “Father” is that the congregation keeps sitting there. No one storms out. No one screams. The church absorbs aliens, icons, arrests, and weddings like it’s a normal Sunday. That’s where the video stops being about Kanye and starts being about us.
We’ve learned to scroll past absurdity and injustice with the same blank face as those extras in the pews. Faith becomes content. Outrage becomes engagement. Power becomes invisible. “Father” takes all of that and crushes it into one continuous shot, asking a bigger question than “Is Kanye back?”
It’s asking: in a world where power wears holy clothes, faith is filmed, and control looks like normal life, who is your father really—and are you sure you chose him?

The machine isn’t coming. It’s already in the room.
Picture this: you spend two years writing a script. You hustle funding, build a team, reach out to casting. Then somewhere inside a studio, a software platform analyzes your concept against fifteen years of box office data and decides—before a single human executive reads page one—that your film is too risky to greenlight.
This isn’t a Black Mirror episode. This is Hollywood in 2026.
The generative AI market inside media and entertainment just crossed $2.24 billion and is projected to hit $21.2 billion by 2035—a 25% annual growth rate. Studios like Warner Bros. are running platforms like Cinelytic, a decision-intelligence tool that predicts box office performance with 94–96% accuracy before a single dollar of production money moves.
Netflix estimates its AI recommendation engine saves the company $1 billion per year just in subscriber retention. Meanwhile, over the past three years, more than 41,000 film and TV jobs have disappeared in Los Angeles County alone.
That’s not a trend. That’s a restructuring.

In February 2026, ByteDance’s AI generator Seedance 2.0 produced a hyper-realistic deepfake video featuring the likenesses of Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt, and Leonardo DiCaprio. It went viral instantly. SAG-AFTRA called it “blatant infringement.” The Human Artistry Campaign called it “an attack on every creator in the world.”
Then came Tilly Norwood—a fully AI-generated actress created by production company Particle 6—who was seriously considered for agency representation in Hollywood. The first synthetic human to knock on that door.
Matthew McConaughey didn’t mince words at a recent industry town hall. He looked at Timothée Chalamet and said:
“It’s already here. Own yourself. Voice, likeness, et cetera. Trademark it. Whatever you gotta do, so when it comes, no one can steal you.”
James Cameron told CBS the idea of generating actors with prompts is “horrifying.” Werner Herzog called AI films “fabrications with no soul.” Guillermo del Toro said he would “rather die” than use generative AI to make a film.
But here’s the thing—not everyone agrees.
At SXSW 2026, indie filmmakers made something clear in a packed panel: they don’t want AI to make their movies. They want AI to “do their dishes.”
That’s the real conversation happening at the ground level.
Independent filmmaker Brad Tangonan used Google’s AI suite to create Murmuray—a deeply personal short film he says he never could have made without the tools. Not because he lacked talent, but because he lacked budget. He wrote it. He directed it. The AI executed parts of his vision he couldn’t afford to shoot.
In Austin, an independent filmmaker built a 7-minute short in three weeks using AI-generated video—a project that would have taken 3–4 months and cost ten times more the traditional way. That’s the version of this story studios don’t want you focused on.
At CES 2026, Arcana Labs announced the first fully AI-generated short film to receive a SAG-approved contract—a milestone that proves AI-assisted production can operate inside union protections when done right.
The WGA contract expires May 1, 2026. SAG-AFTRA’s expires June 30. AI is the headline issue at the bargaining table—and the last time these two unions went to war with studios over it, Hollywood shut down for 118 days.
SAG is expected to push the “Tilly Tax”—a fee studios pay every time they use a synthetic actor—directly inspired by Tilly Norwood’s emergence. The WGA already prohibits studios from handing writers AI-generated scripts for a rewrite fee. Now they want bigger walls.
Meanwhile, the Television Academy’s 2026 Emmy rules now include explicit AI language: human creative contribution must remain the “core” of any submission. AI assistance is allowed—but the Academy reserves the right to investigate how it was used.
The Oscars and Emmys are essentially saying: the robot didn’t get nominated. The human did.
If you’re an indie filmmaker between 25 and 45, you’re operating in the most disruptive creative environment since the camera went digital. AI can cut your post-production time by up to 40%. It can help you pre-visualize shots, generate temp scores, clean up audio, and pitch your project with a sizzle reel you couldn’t afford six months ago.
But the machine that helps you make your film is the same machine that could make studios decide they don’t need you to make theirs.
Producer and director Taylor Nixon-Smith said it best: “Entertainment, once a sacred space, now feels like it’s in a state of purgatory.”
The question isn’t whether AI belongs in your workflow. It’s whether you’re the one holding the wheel—or whether the wheel is slowly being handed to an algorithm that has never once felt what it means to have a story only you can tell.

As Sinners surges into the cultural conversation, it’s impossible to ignore the force of Christian Robinson’s performance. His “let me in” door scene has become one of the film’s defining moments—raw, desperate, and unforgettable. But the power of that scene makes the most sense when you understand the journey that brought him there.
Christian’s path didn’t begin on a Hollywood set. It started in a Brooklyn church, when a woman named Miss Val kept asking him to be in a play.
“I told her no countless times,” he remembers. “Every time she saw me, she asked me and she wouldn’t stop asking me.”
He finally said yes—and everything changed.
“I did it once and I fell in love,” he says. That one performance pushed him into deep research on the craft, a move to Atlanta, and years of unglamorous work: training, auditioning, stacking small wins until he booked his first roles and then Netflix’s Burning Sands, where many met him as Big Country.
By the time Sinners came along, he wasn’t a newcomer hoping to get lucky. He was an actor who had quietly built the muscles to carry something bigger.
On The Roselyn Omaka Show, Christian shared the directing note Ryan Coogler gave him before filming the door scene:
“He explained to me, ‘I need you to bang on this door as if your life depended on it. Like it’s a matter of life and death.’”
Christian didn’t just turn up the volume; he reached deeper.
“This film speaks a lot about our ancestors,” he told Roselyn Omaka. “So I tried to give a glimpse of what our ancestors would’ve experienced if someone or something that could bring ultimate destruction was after them. How hard would they bang? How loud would they scream to try to get into a place safely? That’s what I intended to convey in that moment.”
That inner picture—life or death, ancestors, ultimate destruction—is why the scene hits like more than a plot beat. It feels like generational memory breaking through a single frame.
When Roselyn asks what he’s processing as Sinners takes off, Christian admits he’s still inside the wave.
“I’ve never experienced a project with this level of reception and energy and momentum,” he says. “People having their theories and breaking it down and doing reenactments… it’s never been a time like this in my career.”
He’s careful not to over‑define something that’s still unfolding: “There’s no way to give an accurate description of what I’m experiencing while I’m still experiencing it.” He knows he’ll need distance to name it fully.
But he can name one thing: “If I could gather any adjective to describe it, it would be gratefulness. I’m grateful.”
He also feels the weight of what this film might mean long-term:
“To know that I was there for a large amount of the time it was being brought to life, and a part of what the internet is saying will be history… this is something that I’m inspired by—to shoot for the stars in whatever passion rooted in creativity that you possess.”
Christian talks about the music of Sinners as another force that shaped him. The score wasn’t playing nonstop; it showed up in key moments.
“The music was played when it was necessary to be played. But when it was played, it resonated,” he says. Hearing Miles Caton’s songs early, before the world did, he remembers thinking, “This is going to be magical… This is one of the ones right here.”
For all the heaviness of the story, he also brought levity. He laughs about being the jokester on set—singing Juvenile and Lil Wayne in the New Orleans hair and makeup trailer, trying to make everyone smile during Essence Fest weekend. “I’m a fun guy,” he says. “I love to see people laugh and have a good time.”
What might be most revealing is how seriously Christian takes his responsibility off screen. In 2015, sitting in his apartment outside Atlanta, he felt God tell him to start a nonprofit called PATHS.
“I heard from God and he told me to start a nonprofit called PATHS,” he recalls. At first, he and his peers went into schools and inner‑city communities to teach young people “the many different paths to entering the entertainment industry”—not just the craft, but “the practical steps and establishing yourself, like the business of an actor… a stunt person, hair and makeup, etc.”
When the pandemic hit and school visits stopped, he pivoted to a podcast and digital platform: “Fine, I’ll do it,” he laughs. Now PATHS for us lets “anyone anywhere that desires to be in entertainment hear from credible entertainment industry professionals on how they got to where they are and how you can do the same.”
Working on Sinners confirmed that he should go all in: “It just gave me exactly what I needed to know that I should pour my all into it.”
As Sinners takes off, Christian keeps coming back to one word: gratefulness—for the film, for the collaborators, for the chance to be part of something people are calling historic.
At Bolanle Media, we see more than a viral scene. We see an artist whose craft is rooted in faith, ancestors, and hard-earned discipline; whose joy lifts the rooms he works in; and whose platform is opening real paths for others.
This scene almost broke him. And changed his career.
Now, as the world catches up, Christian Robinson is using that breakthrough not just to walk through new doors—but to help the next generation find theirs.

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