Sweet Life Los Angeles? More Like Sweet Lie, Los Angeles. Whew— baby , let me tell you something about this show. I tried to watch Sweet Life: Los Angeles like a good citizen of Reality TV Nation. I turned on HBO Max, sat my behind down with a snack, and said, “Okay, let’s support Black excellence.” But instead of excellence, I got confusion, voices that grated my soul, and cast members who sounded like they rehearsed in the mirror before filming. Now I’m all for a little drama, a little razzle-dazzle—but what I got was vibes of a “Power to the People” seminar mixed with brunch at an influencer marketing event. They kept yelling Black excellence like it was a catchphrase, but baby, the execution was shaky. One minute it felt like a docuseries, the next like a Bravo audition tape. I was confused—was this supposed to be a celebration of young Black success or a low-budget spin-off of Love & Hip Hop with a LinkedIn filter? Let’s be real: Some of them didn’t ...