Dolemite Is My Name ★★★½

Stuck on an international flight with a shitty movie selection. I unsuccessfully try to plow through fucking The Curse of La Llorona. Twenty minutes in and I'm out. I turn to my sleeping wife's iPad to see what she's downloaded for the trip. This will do.

There are a few things I'm just a sucker for. The ones relevant to this write up are...

Movies about people making things. Movies about people making no budget movies (that don't star James Franco). Movies that drip with funk music. Blaxploitation. Movies where Eddie Murphy actually tries. Movies with soul culture in them. And movies with a black female kung-fu army, no matter how briefly shown.

This isn't much more than a Netflix flick that's got no business getting a theatrical, but it's a real feel-good good time with great production design.

Murphy's still one charming mother fucker, Wesley Snipes should really get more character work, and Da’Vine Joy Randolph is wonderful. Compared to the airline's selection, it's fucking Casablanca.

Long live the outside-artist.

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