Under all the wearisome vulgarity, there's actually an interesting story here.
But you knew that from the start, right? Eddie Murphy and the slightest movie description was enough guarentee. However, Murphy is also enough to take the chance and yep, I found a good (based on true events) story executed with skill and entertaining interest. However, all the class and style it both promised and began to deliver was ultimately ruined by the F-bombs and ever-present M-Fers. Yeah, yeah... period piece... Eddy Murphy... but for the sake O'ever-lovv'n Pete, how many times can you repeat any word and expect it to have any power after... oh, I don't know, 54,000 reiterations? We need a YouTube montage on the MFs alone... out there, Cinemasins? And hey, blurting it out with lip-twisting force does not empower the drama or the obvious evidence of an extremely-limited vocabulary and imagination. This is good screenwriting? Writing at all except gutter scribble?
Towards the end it struck me not triumphal but sad in these ways: Yeah, Dolo's got his stichk, I get it. Time and place for everything, I guess. But like the Pet Rock, I'd expect his entire act to wear thin after 20 minutes. Urban clever, rhymes... ok, change the channel already. And seems to show the entire city embracing vulgarity as a revolution. Nice contribution to society, ya mudder... er, numbskull!
But you knew that from the start, right? Eddie Murphy and the slightest movie description was enough guarentee. However, Murphy is also enough to take the chance and yep, I found a good (based on true events) story executed with skill and entertaining interest. However, all the class and style it both promised and began to deliver was ultimately ruined by the F-bombs and ever-present M-Fers. Yeah, yeah... period piece... Eddy Murphy... but for the sake O'ever-lovv'n Pete, how many times can you repeat any word and expect it to have any power after... oh, I don't know, 54,000 reiterations? We need a YouTube montage on the MFs alone... out there, Cinemasins? And hey, blurting it out with lip-twisting force does not empower the drama or the obvious evidence of an extremely-limited vocabulary and imagination. This is good screenwriting? Writing at all except gutter scribble?
Towards the end it struck me not triumphal but sad in these ways: Yeah, Dolo's got his stichk, I get it. Time and place for everything, I guess. But like the Pet Rock, I'd expect his entire act to wear thin after 20 minutes. Urban clever, rhymes... ok, change the channel already. And seems to show the entire city embracing vulgarity as a revolution. Nice contribution to society, ya mudder... er, numbskull!