Michael Jai White cannot write a screenplay. Sure, this film might've made an interesting pitch but fleshing it out to a feature-length film has proved impossible for White. The film limps along with humor so bad it becomes annoying.
I can understand bringing back the blaxploitation genre but you've got to do it in a way that makes fun of that movement while at the same time uplifting it. There's no uplifting going on here. This is just a campy exercise that doesn't celebrate the genre one bit.
You need a smart screenplay to pull this off. One that works on multiple levels. One that has a message to depart. The only message we get from this movie is White and his writing partner Byron Minns must've gotten so tired of waiting around for film roles, they decided to write one for themselves. Sadly, they both need to stick to acting.
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