So, what to review for this time of the year; this time of the month? I’ve been pondering a few films to review for black history month; which, to be honest, I think is kind of a stupid thing, because if there’s going to be a black history month, then there should be a white history month, or a red history month, or a pink history month, etc. Kinda racist to leave all the other races out, don’t you think? Just have a plain old-fashioned history month!
But I digress. I could review 12 Years a Slave (2013), directed by Steve McQueen, starring Chiwetel Ejiofor (and no, I couldn’t type that name correctly without copy-pasting it, and I refuse to believe that guy could either until he was in middle school), who was awesome in that one judo movie Redbelt. But despite the great directing and cinematography (especially that) and acting, it’s just a basic run-of-the-mill slave film that just looks real nice. It may be basic, but it’s still pretty damn great, but also depressing, so not exactly the most entertaining popcorn flick I’d rewatch often. But then again, neither is Requiem for a Dream, and that film is pretty damn good too.
I could review Django Unchained (2012), but that film is overrated. Seriously, it ran out of steam after the first big gun battle. Even during that sequence, the realism walked out the building. Now I know what you’re thinking, it’s a Tarantino film that is only similar in name only to the Italian film it ripped off (which I recommend over this), and it’s supposed to be all about the homages, the callbacks, the retro vibes. Because Tarantino can’t really do anything all that original, though he is capable of writing some absolutely fantastic dialogue. But that’s the thing. The whole, “But it’s retro! It’s supposed to be over-the-top and a bit cheesy and exploitative!” is something I just see as a lame excuse to disguise the flaws inherent in some of his films, mainly with this and Death Proof (despite the incredible stuntwork that film pulled off) and Kill Bill (though I find it impossible to hate those movies despite my gripes). The difference between his films and those he pays tribute to is that the latter took itself dead-seriously, thinking without any doubt it was the most bitchin’ thing in the world, when it is really cheesy as hell and all the more entertaining because of it. Tarantino’s films, with the exception of Reservoir Dogs and Jackie Brown, are intentionally designed to give that feel, are very self-aware, which makes it all the more easy to critique and give them hell for it. It’s a bad excuse to let realism get thrown to the wind during Django Unchained’s last 20-30 minutes, especially when Tarantino’s films (at least prior to Kill Bill) were firmly grounded in realism. Plus I have reason to believe this is one of the films, if not the film, that started the whole white-guilt/black-power element that’s been plaguing films in a negative way since then, though not all are bad. But I’ve rambled enough about that with this paragraph, so I’ll just end it by saying this movie was meh.
I could review Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner, except that I already did that.
I could review Super Fly (1972), which is a fun movie, but not THAT fun. Sure it has a hilarious chase scene where you can see the camera cord bounce in and out of frame off and on (stuff like that brings a smile to my face, at the very least, when watching these old 70s blacksploitation films), some somewhat amusing fight scenes (especially the hilarious finale fight), and a smoking hot bathtub sex scene. But all in all, it’s just a slightly above-average flick with a lot of big lull points with some sparse entertaining bits here and there.
I could review Shaft (1971), arguably the most famous blacksploitation (the spell-check wants me to auto-correct that word to “transplantation”) film of all time, especially with that kick-ass theme music, plus those pen metaphors for colors; but that would be too easy.
I could review Black Dynamite (2009), but that would also be too easy, even if it is one of the only films I’ve seen next to Bruce Lee’s Game of Death that has a nun-chuck vs. nun-chuck fight against Michael Jai White and Richard Nixon, but I think that reason is enough to convince you of how fucking epic that movie is, and is mandatory viewing.
I could review Black Panther (2018), but fuck that.
Nope, not going to review any of those. I’ve got something else in mind.
Rated: 3 / 5
“Wherever there is a male race, or lifeform in the universe, that is oppressed by females, we’ll come and free them, for a gay universe!”
Yes, this movie exists. Yes, it was made to troll the shit out of people. And yes, I’m trolling the shit out of you too with this review.
So the film begins where Star Wars and Star Trek began, in space, in the universe. A calm peaceful universe where men are free to live and express themselves freely, and watched over and cared for (in more ways than one). The gayniggers (the film title indicates that is one word, the narrator speaks as if it’s two separate words, but I’m just going to go with the one-word format for this review) come from the planet Anus, a “male only” world. They pilot a ship, with crew members named ArmInAss, Captain B. Dick, Sgt. Shaved Balls, Mr. Schwall, and D. Dildo. They come across Earth, and are ready to not pay it much mind until they find out there are “female creatures” on the planet, which makes one of them ask, “What in the phallus is going on down there!?”
So they go down to Earth determined to save men from the oppressive females (probably because the #metoo movement caused them to take over the world, and eliminated honey badgers in the process), and start by killing hookers in some city. Then they start killing females in Russia, a country who’s language is incomprehensible, and is untrustworthy. Then they go to Asia, where the women, and I quote, “eat with branches, have yellow skin, and are very unfriendly.” Then they go to Germany to eliminate females, who are all blonde and hate dark skin. Then they go to America and kill Mr. T’s girlfriend, then ArmInAss tries to fist Mr. T, who then gets angry and squeezes his tight muscular buttcheeks together and rips his arm off, which causes him to get welcomed onto the ship as a replacement crew member, with the new name M.B. Cheeks. And after all this, one stays behind to lead the Earth into a peaceful gay future.
Oh yeah, and speaking of arms in asses, did I mention there’s a “Holy Asshole” that they stick their arms into? And that one of the gayniggers transforms into a white European?
It’s worth mentioning that this film is intentionally badly dubbed, in that the voices don’t always sync with the lip movement (to say the least). The music can be decent (and funky) at times (even if it steals the theme from S.W.A.T.), and the narrator has a nice ASMR voice (pray he never uses it on you, or else you’ll get to relaxed and then Surprise! Butt-sex!).
So I guess the theme to take away from this movie is that it’s ok to be gay, learn to live without women, and should women start oppressing men, pray to the stars and then gayniggers from outer space will show up and blast women into oblivion and make men not be such pussies anymore (the world belongs to the dicks and assholes). Happy black history month, and happy valentine’s day.