iklelele’s review published on Letterboxd:
"Gotta have all the kung fu and karate and that Bruce Lee shit. They love that."
"I'm sorry do you know karate?"
"No, but I'm a fast learner. I can learn how to chop me a motherfucker."
There's no denying the fact that Eddie Murphy was fantastic. There's no denying the fact that Rudy Ray Moore is essentially the embodiment of the quote "hard work beats talent". There's no denying the fact that I certainly loved it. Dolemite Is My Name swings to its own rythm, to its infectious groove, edited briskly as the funky music is deployed perfectly to make it float. I lost count as to how many times this film got me vibing along, but it might as well be from beginning to the very end. An opening scene with Murphy and d o double g? Irresistible.
"I don’t understand this cat. He pretending like he know karate. Pretending like he could be a sex machine. Like a little kid playing dress-up. What planet is this cat on?"
Inspiring and uplifting beats dominate, but by no means are more poignant ones left out. With dedication and audacity come setbacks and hardships. Nothing new. Constantly expanding his horizon (as everyone should do) even with a slight pinch of vanity, the "Disaster Artist" route they took surprisingly appealed to me, although admittedly quite on the nose. Because of its quick pacing in the first act, I was afraid Dolemite would be out of breath for what would follow, but little did I know the stamina this love-radiating powerhouse had in store. The humour was right up my alley from the moment I realized how unindulgent the dialogue was going to be, but Wesley Snipes was the cherry on top. The crew around Generation International get their scheduled time quantums as well, just long enough for the film to draw coarse outlines of their characters who are in any case instantly likeable beings. Apologies if the lack of real conflict, dissection of Rudy Ray Moore and the mediocre script didn't entirely factor into my perception. Dolemite Is My Name artlessly compensates these imperfections.
It would be huge to see Eddie Murphy getting nominated at the Oscars for his role, but I doubt it. Though, who cares? I could listen to him spitting out his rhymes all day long.