Director: John
Landis | Starring:
Eddie Murphy, Arsenio Hall, James Earl Jones,
John Amos, Eriq La Salle
Released: 1988
| Runtime: 116m
| Rating (out of 5):
**** |
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No matter which way
you slice it, this thing is a classic. The plot is weak and formulaic.
The direction is lame and amateurish. The acting is one step above
community theater in like Schenectady, NY. And some of the sets look
like they were built by that same town's eighth grade class (no offense
to you kids, whoever you are.) But I'm not here to point out flaws,
I'm here to pay tribute to one of the most quotable and recognizable
movies of the feel good fairytale 80s genre. The first thing that
tips you off to the fact this is a fairytale is the fact they're trying
to pass Eddie Murphy off as a 21 year old. I mean it's not a Ian
Ziering situation here, but to think of him with that mustache
as being a kid is a real stretch. Again, this isn't the point. After
all, fairytales are allowed to be unrealistic. The other interesting
thing here is the fact that this is also a subgenre or the fairytale
genre--the urban fairytale. Which, of course, in English means that
most, if not all, of the characters are black. But unlike later films
of this subgenre (all of which packed their soundtracks with hip hop
to sell a few tickets) this film had universal appeal. I guess that's
the Hollywood magic of Eddie Murphy. Things didn't work out as well
for Arsenio, I guess. Removing the cussing and a brief spat of mild
nudity in the beginning of the movie could actually make this a decent
film for kids. The message is good, and children would probably get
a laugh out of Arsenio bugging his eyes out in almost every scene.
If you don't know the plotline to this one, you've obviously been
hiding in the mountains of Afghanistan plotting the destruction of
The Evil America. The basic gist is that Murphy is the prince of some
imaginary country in Africa. On his 21st birthday he is introduced
to the woman who is to be his bride. He says ''f that,'' and heads
off to America with his faithful servant, Arsenio Hall, to find a
real woman. That's literally it. The usual wackiness ensues and Arsenio
and Murphy play a bunch of different characters and meet many more
strange ones. Along the way they spout some of the most memorable
lines in bad 80's comedy history. I swear I drop one at least once
a month. I know that's a sad commentary on my life, but "It's in da
hole!" is just such a classic. The movie itself is a paint-by-numbers
interwoven with comic genius. Murphy is completely disarming and innocent.
He isn't Brando
or anything, but his smirking and faux British accent get him from
gag to gag. It's sad that this kind of flick will never again brighten
our Sunday afternoons. Murphy has moved on to Daddy
Day Care and the world has moved on to dreary melodrama and
poop jokes. [HBO]
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