I should have seen it coming.
There was no other reason to see this movie other than I find Jamie Kennedy’s television show amussing.
The trailor looked dumb, but I thought, “This guy is funny.”
He is, he really is, but one can only handle so much white-man-plays-black comedy.
Of course he’s helped out by two black-men-playing-white.
There are a few funny scenes – but not enough to prop the movie up.

Dye-a-log was almost completely missing – I say almost because words came out of peoples mouths, but they weren’t valuable for much.
Jamie’s rapping is intentionally bad, but it wasn’t even a ‘good’ bad rap thing.
And the constant reference to ‘shiznit’ (which happens to be a cloaked prophanity, but that’s the word they use) is pretty sad.
In the end we watched the whole movie because we could, not because we had to.

I have made it a personal crusade to save the world from renting or watching bad movies – I’m doing it by watching one bad movie at a time – and then telling you about it.

-Randy

Footnotes

* Ratings are from 0 to 1, this is a fractional scale. Odds are You won’t see me ever give a ‘1.0’ on any occasion, however, it could happen.

Eddie Murphy.
Owen Wilson.
Two seriously funny guys who have both done some different films get together and make a fun action-comedy.
I’ll warn you that I did not see the whole movie, we skipped (I LOVE DVD’s) to the next scene at one point where Owen and his female counterpart Famke (can’t think of the gals last name) started to behave in ways that looked like they should only happen in a marriage (Wink, wink, nudge, nudge. Say no more).

Over all the plot was light hearted and fun with Eddie Murphy playing a boxer with an attitude (can you say Tyson?) and Wilson is a secret agent with envy of a smooth agent that gets all of the cool toys.
Murphy is called in by G.W. (The President) to help Owen to get into a special party where they’ll do some recon.
Things go crazy there’s a leafy bug scene, crazy running from ‘bad guys’ and the whole works.
Its fun. If you like to laugh and just have a good time with your logical self turned off, this is a great catch.

Due to the language I would say that there may be some folks who get offended and you’ll want to watch out for that.
I’m not keen on profanity in movies and this one pushed the limit a couple of times.
There is one point in the movie (right before I skipped ahead) where Eddie Murphy is feeding Wilson song lyrics and Wilson dead-pans them.
We laughed hard, it was a hoot!

If you’ve got the money, and you have a rental store near you and you’ve got some time, you may want to rent this.
It REALLY outdoes Ballistic.

-Randy

Footnotes

* Ratings are from 0 to 1, this is a fractional scale. Odds are You won’t see me ever give a ‘1.0’ on any occasion, however, it could happen.

I don’t know about you, but I have a pretty vague recollection of my first hand full of dirt.
I know that most people dont’ spend a lot of time dwelling on dirt, they have come to take it for granted.
I remember that dirt, its grittiness, the way it felt cool in my hands, the way it tasted as I haphazardly placed it in my mouth.
That was dirt, and I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to eat it.

I’m sure my parents at some point in time told me, “… don’t eat that.”
I’m sure that they said it was bad, gross, or some other adjective.
I’m also sure that I had a perfectly rational reason for cramming dust,sand and small rocks in my mouth.
That reason is logical: How on earth could my parents know that dirt tasted bad if I never saw them eat it?

It’s this very sort of reasoning of course that got Adam and Eve in trouble in the garden.
It’s not recorded, but it is possible that the snake also said to Eve, “Hey, you don’t see God eating that fruit, how could He know?”

The amazing thing about kids is that they have a reall short amount of memory for important things – things like, “Don’t touch that, it’s hot!” are easily forgotten.
I also must have forgotten that dirt wasn’t all that tasty because I know that I ate some more.
The thought that must have gone through my mind was, “This doesn’t look like the dirt at home…[open mouth – insert dirt].”
And I’m certain that that dirt tasted just as bad…

When I got older I ate some more dirt, I would eat dirt when I crashed on my bicycle.
It was just as gross and gritty, but then I remember the dirt embedded in my skin (assuming that I had skin left on those parts[ouch]).
And in all of that I learned an important lesson: I’m going to die.

Fortunately when I die my body’ll get to be dirt.
And maybe some day, if God waits long enough, some little kid will eat some dirt and that dirt…
that dirt… that dirt will be me 🙂

Yeah, I know that’s gross, but it could be true. And besides, it beats watching Ballistic.

Have fun…

Randy