09-29-2019, 03:44 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-29-2019, 03:46 PM by Drunk Monk.)
Guess what screener I'm headed to tomorrow?
We've discussed Shaolin Dolemite here http://www.brotherhoodofdoom.com/doomFor...php?tid=81
And The Human Tornado here http://www.brotherhoodofdoom.com/doomFor...p?tid=3860
But never the original until now.
In my post-Decheng-qi-hangover-insomnia last night, I thought I'd revisit this. It's been so long and I'm not sure I paid that much attention to it on previous viewings. It's pretty cray now. The fashion alone, furry pimp hats, wide lapel suits, Dolemite's ostentatious bow ties and affectatious walking stick, those color schemes, that plaid - just wow. I could kill it on the dancefloor with those threads. I had forgotten about the nod the the tournament champs and to Chuck Norris' school in the credits. So many mutha F bombs - Rudy Ray was the king of that mothafeckin shyte. I also forgot what a thick dude he was back in the day, and the two dirty-dozens style rap precursors. So gratuitous for the times, but awkwardly tame nowadays. The lava lamp. The dial phones. Everyone sticking their fingers in confiscated baggies of white powder and tasting it (so dumb - so many drugs can come in powders - sure this was before the days of MDMA but even acid can be powdered). Such self-mocking parody, so ripe for a remake.
Dolemite is my name, and f***in' up motha f***as is my game!
We've discussed Shaolin Dolemite here http://www.brotherhoodofdoom.com/doomFor...php?tid=81
And The Human Tornado here http://www.brotherhoodofdoom.com/doomFor...p?tid=3860
But never the original until now.
In my post-Decheng-qi-hangover-insomnia last night, I thought I'd revisit this. It's been so long and I'm not sure I paid that much attention to it on previous viewings. It's pretty cray now. The fashion alone, furry pimp hats, wide lapel suits, Dolemite's ostentatious bow ties and affectatious walking stick, those color schemes, that plaid - just wow. I could kill it on the dancefloor with those threads. I had forgotten about the nod the the tournament champs and to Chuck Norris' school in the credits. So many mutha F bombs - Rudy Ray was the king of that mothafeckin shyte. I also forgot what a thick dude he was back in the day, and the two dirty-dozens style rap precursors. So gratuitous for the times, but awkwardly tame nowadays. The lava lamp. The dial phones. Everyone sticking their fingers in confiscated baggies of white powder and tasting it (so dumb - so many drugs can come in powders - sure this was before the days of MDMA but even acid can be powdered). Such self-mocking parody, so ripe for a remake.
Dolemite is my name, and f***in' up motha f***as is my game!
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