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Then you're defeating the purpose.
well i still download most of my movies anyway, thats what i kinda meant
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Then you're defeating the purpose.
Hmmmm...
-TNC
lol. Don't get banned!
-TNC
ReallyI already addressed most of those concerns in my review (if you read it)
and another thing chaseter, I never thought Mo'nique was funny either. What you need to remember is that the movie is not about her. There are about a eight main characters in this movie.
What you should know is that she is actually pretty funny here, which I would contribute to the decent acting and the script. Second of all, Martin's previous films shouldn't even be an issue here. That's a very bad reason to not see this movie because none of those movies had the same plot, the same actors, the same writing or the same directors, so unless you just have a vendetta against Martin Lawrence, I'm not sure that your reason has any real validity.
And like I addressed already, hit shows like Martin, The Boondocks, and Chappelle's show "stereotype" races all the time and people love it. Hit movies like Friday and Undercover Brother did it and people love it. Believe it or not chaseter, it's not the stereotype that you're worried about.
What you need to worry about is if the movie works and is actually funny. What has hurt decent movies like these is all of those other films that stereotype races that are just STUPID, have no TASTE and are NOT funny (i.e., Big Momma's House, Norbit).
I will say it again, this is not among those.
The movie is far from perfect and it's nothing overly special, but I'm telling you that it is not a terrible movie and is NOT among those other half-assed attempts that many people are quick to point at for reference.
I don't aim to persuade anybody to watch this movie. I'm just letting you guys know what the movie really is and importantly, what it isn't.
-TNC
Saw it. My review:
Ow. My brain-stem.
or actually if ud rather read it here..>>
Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins (2008)
In the growing list of potentially humorous backdrops, the African-American family reunion is rapidly becoming an overused archetype. Everyone from Tyler Perry to Red Grant has utilized the setting for their combination of slapstick and cultural satire. Granted, it gives a filmmaker ample opportunity to splatter a broad spectrum of larger-than-life personalities onto an equally oversized and recognizable canvas, but the tendency toward stereotypes and sentimentality often ruins the insights. At first glance, it appears that the new ensemble comedy Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins will fall into that same clichéd category. But looks, as we all know, can be very deceiving indeed.
Having abandoned his Deep South roots for big city fame, Roscoe Jenkins (Martin Lawrence) is now Dr. R.J. Stevens, a TV self-help guru and the fiancé to supermodel/Survivor winner Bianca Kittles (Joy Bryant). When his parents (James Earl Jones and Margaret Avery) announce a family reunion for their 50th wedding anniversary, Roscoe is reluctant to go. Seems he still carries sour memories of life with siblings Otis (Michael Clarke Duncan), Betty (Mo'Nique), and adopted "cousin" Clyde (Cedric the Entertainer000). Guilt eventually brings him back home, and after nine long years, things haven't changed much. The same old rivalries exist, his father remains aloof and critical, cousin Reggie (Michael Epps) is a no-good hustler, and high school crush Lucinda (Nicole Ari Parker) is as hot as ever. It will be a trying four daysif he survives that long.
Funny, inviting, and just a wee bit over the top, Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins is a delightful surprise. It offers up an amazing cast, a consistent level of laughs, and enough homespun heart to get us over the calculated, cartoonish bits. With its combination of seasoned stand-ups, accomplished actors, and languid local color, writer/director Malcolm Lee has crafted a warm and wicked dysfunctional hoedown. Keeping such high profile personalities as Mo'Nique and Cedric in check, while giving ample time to supporting players like Duncan, should earn this filmmaker some level of kudos. But Lee takes it one step further, merging several levels of talent into an enjoyable amalgamation of the nostalgic, the nutty, and the nasty.
It's safe to say that Lawrence has never been better, holding down the center of the film with his little-man-lost performance. Even when going toe-to-toe with Jones and Avery, he's excellent. Similarly, the muscled Duncan is as strong as he is sensitive, his local sheriff character never taking kindly to having his kids called fat. As for the rapid fire riffers, our big and beautiful diva Mo matches the debonair and dapper Entertainer one-liner for one-liner. But it's Epps that singlehandedly steals the film. Every time he's on screen, his stream of consciousness comebacks and dead-on pop culture comparisons are guaranteed side splitters.
But Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins is more than just a by-the-numbers, countrified urban romp. Lee's ear for smart dialogue never lets him down, and when the physical shtick grows worn-out and exaggerated (an obstacle course race between Lawrence and Cedric definitely drags on a bit too long), he manages to balance it all. Even the unrequited love story subplot between Roscoe and Lucinda earns our respect, handled in a mature, meaningful fashion. Viewers expecting nothing but wall-to-wall raunch will be disappointed at the PG-13 "home is where the heart is" angle. But for anyone wondering where the well-made, expertly-acted comedy went to, Welcome Home Roscoe Jenkins is a "welcome" return for the cinematic form.
[FONT=verdana, arial, helvetica] BILL GIBRON[/FONT]
This looks horrible. And I feel bad for people whose real names are Roscoe Jenkins.