Eddie Murphy had one in "Boomerang" and Martin Lawrence had one in "A Thin Line." What's that one? An homage to their ego. "How to be a Player" is Bill Bellamy's homage to his ego and then some. This was a disgusting display of womanizing that, beyond absurdly unbelievable, was repulsive. I never thought Bill Bellamy was funny, but that's not to say he couldn't gather enough talent around him to make a funny movie.
He did not.
Bill Bellamy made himself an ultra-player. He had women all over the area jonesing for his loving. He shamelessly sexed up one woman after another in a serial fashion. To make the scenario even more ridiculous he had his posse tag along with him from house to house as he laid the wood to his mistresses. These tagalongs of his weren't friends of his as much as they were sycophants. They clamored just to get some of his knowledge, some of his game, or some of his leftovers. It was the utmost of servile, pedantic, and humiliating. It should have been humiliating for both the "player" and his pupils.
Bill had his teacher as well, Uncle Fred, who was none other than Max Julien, the star of the 1973 blaxploitation film, "The Mack." Uncle Fred gave a quick pimp lesson to the admiring youngsters sitting around him like star struck fans. It was some of the dumbest and simplest summation of men-women relations that could ever had been uttered. Howard Stern could not have spoke stupider words.
So the movie went, Bill slayed one girl after another while his surly sister tried to take him down. His animal attraction was so strong that even when one woman knew his game, she couldn't help but be attracted. The climactic scene would come in the form of all of his conquests showing up at the same party. It turned into your typical juggling act in which he had to figure out how to keep all the women in the dark. Because he was a super player he was able to deftly keep all the women ignorant of the others and even land his sister's friend. It was a wet dream for the best "player." Bill Bellamy was a MVP.
I think there were two funny scenes, none of which involved Bill Bellamy. And that was probably the biggest crime of the movie.
He did not.
Bill Bellamy made himself an ultra-player. He had women all over the area jonesing for his loving. He shamelessly sexed up one woman after another in a serial fashion. To make the scenario even more ridiculous he had his posse tag along with him from house to house as he laid the wood to his mistresses. These tagalongs of his weren't friends of his as much as they were sycophants. They clamored just to get some of his knowledge, some of his game, or some of his leftovers. It was the utmost of servile, pedantic, and humiliating. It should have been humiliating for both the "player" and his pupils.
Bill had his teacher as well, Uncle Fred, who was none other than Max Julien, the star of the 1973 blaxploitation film, "The Mack." Uncle Fred gave a quick pimp lesson to the admiring youngsters sitting around him like star struck fans. It was some of the dumbest and simplest summation of men-women relations that could ever had been uttered. Howard Stern could not have spoke stupider words.
So the movie went, Bill slayed one girl after another while his surly sister tried to take him down. His animal attraction was so strong that even when one woman knew his game, she couldn't help but be attracted. The climactic scene would come in the form of all of his conquests showing up at the same party. It turned into your typical juggling act in which he had to figure out how to keep all the women in the dark. Because he was a super player he was able to deftly keep all the women ignorant of the others and even land his sister's friend. It was a wet dream for the best "player." Bill Bellamy was a MVP.
I think there were two funny scenes, none of which involved Bill Bellamy. And that was probably the biggest crime of the movie.