Happy New Year All!
Yes, I know I've been MIA...and that may lead you to believe that black people don't stay consistent...(ha ha) but I've just been a little busy. NEVER FEAR...I'm back. Full force. Fired up...and ready to go. (Like Obama...)
So what better way to start off the new year than with a good twelve bucks of my hard earned dough spent on supporting some black people about something. You know...dudes that could have turned into robbin', gun-totin', baby-daddy bein', gangbangin' hoodlums and instead, opted for a career as respectable actors.
Who happen to portray...uh... robbin', gun-totin', baby-daddy bein', gangbangin' hoodlums. In a comedy. But I'm getting ahead of myself.
For our generation, quality time usually means..."let's go to the movies." Now, I wanted to see "Cloverfield" because...well....I'm kinda hoping Godzilla made a comeback and any movie where the Statue Of Liberty gets bitch-slapped WINS. However, in order to keep the peace and to avoid the "black people don't support their own" stink cloud that's fallen over black people ever since Obama put his hat in the ring, I decided to support a brother...or three.
Big. Fucking. Mistake.
I had a feeling it would be bad when I saw the trailer. I'm not sure what it was. Perhaps it was Tracy Morgan's semi-retarded slur or Ice Cube insisting on playing "Craig" from "Friday", no matter what he's in. Cuz here's the thing. Tracy Morgan's style of comedy gets old after ten minutes of hearing him whine and pout like a five year old who wants more ice-cream, and Cube still can't act. Not to mention... he's not funny. So I'm not really sure why he keeps getting comedies....but hey.
The entire story reads like a bad Tyler Perry play. (I know, that's a bit of an oxymoron.) You know the recipe. Black man. Baby momma. Needs money. Woman scorn. Bad influence. Bad guy. Church. Fat girl. Black celeb of the moment. (In this case, that BCOTM would be none other than Ms. Tiffany "New York" Pollard who's small on-screen exchange with Ice Cube seemed more like real beef than acting.)
But thank GOD for Katt Williams who was a like a fuckin' can of Febreeze in a room full of soiled litter boxes. I mean, you still smelled the shit, but he at least made the dry heaving stop.
What is it about black comedies? Why do they hit the mark as often as a man actually makes a woman orgasm? (That would be 30% of the time. Sad, huh?)
Maybe it's because we set out to make a "black comedy" instead of just...a comedy.
Had that story been written about two guys trying to rob a church...period. Would the movie had been that bad? What if we just let the casting do what it's supposed to do...let the story do what it's supposed to do, and stop forcing the rest? Katt Williams is a perfect example of that. We're not sure if he was supposed to be " the gay choir director" or if he was just "the choir director", but it didn't matter. He was funny. He did what he was supposed to do.
I don't know. I can name on one had brilliant "black comedies". And on both hands I can name brilliant comedies...period. Not white. Not animated. Not black. Comedies.
I'm not sure what the cause and cure is...do you?
How Much: 12 dollars for one ticket at AMC
Would You Do It Again: No. No. No. And fucking No. I'd rather fake an orgasm.
Happy New Year Yall...
