-Guest review by Cap'n Jonathan K. McCoy
Maybe it was the pot. And maybe it was the Jimmy Kimmel Live chick's velveteen royale purple Soul Plane captain's hat, but that shit rocked. Even though there were like only 6 other people in the theatre besides us 4 white folk, they were the vocal audience I knew I had paid to be with at the Magic Johnson theaters in like what is that area, south central Gardena or someshit. Man, good times. I couldn't tell ya one thing about the movie now, except that Snoop dies ( i think i cried at that part) and I think Nashawn Wayne really is gay. Oh, and the black couple who is making fun of how much black people get it on in movies screw on the landing gear as the plane is landing. Yeah, that was funny. I thought that there was a dude in the bathroom all handing out towels and shit was gonna be funny but in effect it's just sorta creepy. The funniest part, though, is when they make fun of how poor colored people are, which really is the entire movie. I don't mean colored people, I mean afroAms, but it felt sorta appropo to be usin some of that colofrul language, like the word colored, it's a pretty colorful sounding word. Anyway, like, the overhead bins being lockers and the refreshments being Colt 45 or Alizé. You know, by now there has got to be some child in Inglewood who is being named Alizé at this very moment, right? Yeah, whew, man, and that 99¢ store in the terminal, next to Roscoe's. I'm talking, that was dy-no-mite. I could've used more Rick James references and a little more OTT blacksploitation, but man, good times. Like I said, maybe it was the pot.