“She is having an elephant!” a doctor screams. “Are you trying to say my wife ***censored*** an elephant?” Petey’s dad responds. You know you have something special here from get go. That’s right. Rudy Ray Moore is back and this time he is the devil’s son in law! 

Here is the plot. Petey Wheatstraw is a comedian/kung fu master (Has he ever not been?). He learns kung fu from this brotha off the street. He gets murdered. He deals with Lucifer and takes on the task of marrying his butt ugly daughter in exchange for restoring his life. Of course it doesn’t end here. Petey cooks up a plan to trick Lucifer to avoid the wedding. Things heat up when he is pursued by the devil’s men. Pretty simple.

This is perhaps the most entertaining Rudy Ray Moore film ever made. You might think he is a genius. Rudy Ray Moore is basically playing Rudy Ray Moore. Just like he did in the Dolemite films. What makes this film a little better than others? Well, so many outrageous memorable scenes are contained in this film, which is a little over 90 mins. Shots running in reverse, ***censored*** for no reason, satanic hoes buffet (my personal favorite), Satan in a glowing red Jogging suit, and the devil’s special hotline to name some.

Just like any other Rudy Ray Moore films, most of what you see doesn’t make much sense. But I don’t think he gives a ***censored***. You just have to dig it. If you don’t, I don’t think he gives a ***censored*** either. That’s what makes his films legendary, especially this treasure.

You might ask where the ***censored*** is The Creeper? That funky mothafucka best known as Hamburger Pimp? I knew this wasn’t a sequel to Dolemite but I couldn’t help but hoped he would pop up at one point. Unfortunately he didn’t.

Well, a film like this is so hard to come by these days. I will not be surprised if his professional attempt ended up with an amateurish masterpiece becoming a legend like Star Wars. You must see it to believe it.

(Note: You learn the devil’s first name in the film. I didn’t know he had one. It’s Lou. It’s useless knowledge but hey, how often do you get something out of Rudy, right?)

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Director: Jim Sheridan
Cast: Samantha Morton, Paddy Considine, Djimon Hounsou

Although I know things were often tight financially, I can’t remember a time when my parents were unable to pay our bills. If there was such a time, they didn’t let us know about it. They didn’t want to concern me or my brother about it. They let us be children. In America brings back the blissful ignorance that comes with the innocence of childhood. It’s so easy to become all consumed by finances, social statues, and career that many of us forget the ties of family.

In America, the latest film from directory Jim Sheridan, is a story about an Irish family immigrating illegally to the United States after the loss of a son. They find a run-down little apartment in Manhattan where they start their new life. The mother, a tender-hearted woman played by Samantha Morton, finds a job in the local ice cream parlor. Her husband drives a taxi to pay the bills while trying to get his acting career off the ground. The father, brilliantly played by Paddy Considine is the cornerstone of the film, keeping the family afloat yet neglecting his own needs for healing. The two girls are delightful. The oldest has found a way to view the world through the video documentation of her surroundings while her younger sister searches for a friend that she can share secrets with.

While trick-or-treating in their apartment building, the two sisters meet Mateo (Djimon Hounsou), an African man who lives downstairs. His door bears a sign reading “Keep Out!” as he is battling great depression and anger. Even though he yells “Leave me alone!”, the girls persist in their knocking. Finally, he angrily opens the door. However, his anger quickly fades away when he sees the two little girls in the costumes made by the loving hand of their mother. Gradually, Mateo joins the family and begins to regain his sanity through them.

Sheridan brings a warm and vibrant visual energy to the film. The handheld camerawork (including the daughters video footage) paints an intimate portrait of the family. He contrasts this intimacy with the harsh world around them to great effect. In one scene the parents send the girls out for ice cream so they can have some time to themselves. Sheridan juxtaposes the parent’s lovemaking with the violent depressive rage of Mateo. The blend of two such different emotions —sweet love and violent rage—is strange and unique. It’s a nice contrast and a good example of the creative mind behind the scenes.

In America is a blend of returning to the playful nature of children, recovering from the loss of a family member, starting from scratch in an unforgiving town, becoming family with the most unlikely of characters. It’s a movie about returning to the things that matter in life, relationship with family and friends.

Review by Leah Sharpe.

“That mothafucka caught me in bed with his wife and now he wanna try to take my life,” he screams in a getaway car. Rudy Ray Moore reprises his role as Dolemite in The Human Tornado! and he will not disappoint you. He grabs your attention from the very first frame. What an opening title credit sequence.  It absolutely tells you two things. One, this is something else. Two, he is clearly making this film for himself.

The plot is again simple but quite hard to follow. Dolemite is on the run. Shady white folks plan to shut down Queen Bee’s club. Dolemite comes to rescue. Oh, yeah, believe it or not there is a witch. Briefly, but there is. If you carefully follow the plot, you will notice this time he does what he supposed to do. Takes out all the shady white mothafuckas.  And he is badder, tougher, and meaner. Still dress like pimp, get down with hoes, and on top of that he gets paid to do his thing. I can dig it.  And who pays for his service? White girls.  And his kung fu… He does say something funky, something so-not-from-this-world when he kung fu. Perhaps he uses some kind of Voo Doo when he does. It doesn’t really register you for seconds. Makes you absolutely speechless. ***censored***, I have never seen anyone kung fu as outrageous as Dolemite in my life.

This is a decent sequel to the super cool original. It is legendary but the thing that made the original a true classic blaxploitation is missing. I am talking about the Creeper, heroin addict, best known in this world as Hamburger Pimp. No characters in this film have his energy. But then, most of films out there don’t have a character quite like him. He was truly a rare thing.

If you love Dolemite, I am sure you have seen this outrageous sequel. If you have seen Dolemite and don’t want to see any more of it, I understand. But remember, if you crave satisfaction, this is the place to find that action.

(Note: He uses super power that sexually arouses women. How cool is that? But beware ladies because when he does, tornado will hit you).

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Stop me if you’ve heard this one: Elvis and JFK go into a nursing home. There’s a mummy there who sucks the souls out of old people’s butts. They fight him. Only that’s not a joke; it’s the premise of “Bubba Ho-Tep,” an instant cult classic from director Don Coscarelli, creator of the “Phantasm” and “Beastmaster” films. It’s not as outrageous as it sounds, but it’s still like nothing you’ve ever seen.

Bruce Campbell stars as Elvis, who didn’t really die back in the ‘70s (he switched places with an impersonator to escape the trappings of fame and a broken heart, you see) and lives a miserable, bed-ridden life at the Shady Rest Retirement Village in Mud Creek, Texas. He has bitterness in his heart, legs that require a walker and a pus-filled growth on the tip of his penis. At night he hears strange noises and has visions of his fellow elderly dying. One night, he gets up to pee and has to fight not only incontinence but the biggest, ugliest scarab beetle you’ve ever seen. ("Never ***censored*** with the King,” he tells the bug before spearing and electrocuting it.) Elvis wonders what’s what, and is filled in by the inquisitive, knowledgeable mind of President Kennedy, played by the esteemed African-American actor Ossie Davis—a move explained simply when he says, “They dyed me this way.”

Thanks to the clues he’s been able to find—like hieroglyphics in the visitor’s toilet stall—he reasons the place is being invaded at night by a cursed Egyptian mummy wearing cowboy boots who feeds off the Medicaid-funded residents’ souls. They decide, after a fearful encounter with the monster, to do something about it. ("Ask not what your rest home can do for you,” Elvis implores to Jack, “but what you can do for your rest home.") The rest home scenario is well used. Though the house is dressed to look foreboding and creepy, the various residents they depict aren’t far off from what you’d find roaming the urine-stenched halls of your local long-term care center, from my brief vocational experience with them. The Kemosabe character who wears a Lone Ranger mask and brandishes two cap guns reminded me of a guy they called “the Sheriff,” who wheeled around the place day and night wearing a vest and a badge and carrying a toy weapon in his holster. The plump woman who steals can be found in every center. The only thing they didn’t show were the nursing home sluts.

For the record, as much time as I’ve spent in these places, I never saw a mummy. And for me, the mummy is really secondary to “Bubba,” almost like a bonus. You could take him completely out of the movie, and you’d still have this great story about this friendship between these two old men.
Both Campbell and Davis are believable and play their characters very well, even above the level of the material, but Campbell deserves special attention because he gives a true performance that we’re not accustomed to seeing him give in the likes of the “Evil Dead” movies. When it’s all said and done, “Bubba” is efficient for its low budget, funny and—gasp!—even poignant.

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If you’re ever attended a concert by the Flaming Lips, you’ll know that the experience transcends any experience that you would normally label a “concert.” This quirky alt-rock band doesn’t simply perform the songs from their latest album. Instead, they bring their songs to live in a mind-bending multimedia sensory assault comprised of huge video screens, balloons the size of mini vans and dozens of people dressed up in animal costumes. There’s no way to put the experience down in writing, but it’s essentially like the best party you’ve ever been to—a party that combines incredible music, art and audience interaction. By the time the experience is over, you feel exhausted but exhilarated and convinced that maybe the human race isn’t so bad after all.

I realize that sounds kind of lofty and maybe even pretentious to say about a “rock concert.” But since I took in my first Flaming Lips show earlier this year, none of my artistic or pop culture experiences have even come close to matching it.

But now I’ve seen Return of the King. 

By now you know all about Peter Jackson’s ambitious cinematic project The Lord of The Rings. You’ve probably also already seen the first two films. If you don’t like them, you’re not going to like the third one and nothing I can do is going to change your mind.

While I greatly enjoyed the first two films in this trilogy, Return takes the series to an entirely new level. It is better than Fellowship and Two Towers, but at the same time it adds power to those films making them stronger than they were individually. Right now, I think it’s hard to see what Jackson has accomplished with The Lord of the Rings. Sure, it’s made a massive amount of money, and people love it. But the films themselves are currently obscured by all the hype that surrounds them. They will have a long life, particularly with the Extended DVD editions which are actually far superior to the theatrical versions. Ultimately, we will not see The Lord of the Rings as a trilogy at all, but a single, spectacular 10+ hour film.

When we began our journey with these characters they were really nothing more than fantasy archetypes: hobbits, elves, dwarves, wizards and sword-wielding warriors.  The characters were quickly thrown together on a quest that involved fighting lots of monsters, which was pretty cool, but seemed more appropriate for a session of a geeky role-playing game than a ground-breaking cinematic epic. They were on a quest to destroy a ring, which sounded simple enough. But as the story progressed, things became more dangerous and complicated. Gradually, Jackson fleshed out the characters and the world they were a part of. He also illuminated the addictive power of the Ring.

Even in the mostly light-hearted first film, we have the sense that we are building up to something huge. We know that Frodo’s quest will ultimately take him to Mount Doom and we know that there will be a huge battle. But who could have predicted the ending would be this huge or this devastating. (I guess people who have read the books).

Now the story is at it’s darkest point. As Frodo, Sam and Gollum draw closer to Mount Doom, a massive army of orcs is attacking Minas Tirith. Gandalf must rally the forces of Minas Tirith to defend their city while their deranged King feasts and tries to burn his son alive. Meanwhile, Aragorn realizes that he cannot escape his destiny and must assume his rightful place as King of Gondor. The stakes are higher than they have ever been before and everyone involved is convinced that this will be the end. As these characters contemplate their fates, Jackson uses these moments to crack open the human core of this story.

Jackson keeps the story tightly focused on these characters even though most of the film is consumed by the biggest, most insane battle sequence ever depicted on film. It’s almost hard to comprehend. There are probably hundreds of thousands of warriors, giant trolls, medieval weaponry, prehistoric elephants flying nazgul, giant eagles and ghosts. This could have easily deteriorated in a load of Star Wars-y CGI nonsense, but instead it feels like the most elaborate monster fight Ray Harryhausen never got a chance to direct.

By the end of the film, Jackson has brilliantly resolved all the story-lines and character arcs. There are many classic moments in this film: Eowyn defending her dying uncle against the witch-king… the reforging of the sword that was broken ... Legolas climbing an elephant and kicking ***censored*** ... the giant spider attack ... the arrival of the eagles ... There are too many powerful sequences to mention and they are all set against a backdrop that is so amazing and so detailed you simply can’t take it all in. For the conclusion to his epic, Jackson has more than delivered the goods. He has exceeded all expectations. The only real downer is that we’ve been on this adventure for two years ... and now… it’s over.

In time, I will no doubt find flaws in this film, but right now it’s just too early and I am still too overwhelmed to look at any of the negative aspects. There was applause at the end of the movie, but once people started leaving the theater, there was hardly any conversation. That’s how overwhelming the movie is. 

Personally, I’ve spent a lot of time watching and thinking about movies and I’ve grown quite cynical about movies in general and big-budget spectacles in particular. The Lord of the Rings managed to break through that cynicism and tap into the dream-like power of fantastic cinema in a way I haven’t experienced since I was a kid. These films have tapped into something deep for me. They bring back memories of watching King Kong on my grandparent’s black and white TV. Memories of watching Sinbad fight armies of jerky stop-motion skeletons. Memories of waiting in line with my mom and brother for the first showing of Superman:The Movie and The Empire Strikes Back. This is the stuff that turned me into an addict in the first place.

I’ll admit this review is probably overly-sentimental, but rest assured, I’ll get back to being a cynical ***censored*** soon enough.

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