i have n't seen a wayans film in a long time. and i am proud to admit it--this film made me laugh out loud! the youngest wayans is a delight as thomas uncles and essence atkins is loads of fun as his hood-rat sister charity. on the other hand, the film is an insult to anyone that knows the life of a dancer. and i'm not 100 per cent okay with forms of dance like ballet and jazz being equated to gay people. but what can you do? satire is satire and the wayans bros. live by the tenet 'where there's blood, there's bound to be pecking'. peck on, bros!
jane fonda rocks this film as the nubile vagrant turned prostitute in 1930s new orleans. she is in good company with laurence harvey as the gentle yet tough romancer dove, barbara stanwyck as closeted lesbian madam jo and joanna moore as the fragile hooker precious. this film aslo has a great opening sequence by title master saul bass and a fun jazz inflected score by elmer bernstein.
beyonce knowles needs to stop producing films. or, she needs to stop being in them. i would vote for both but i know she has a fan or two that thinks that her paint by the numbers acting in this film is the stuff dreams are of. it is. bad bad dreams!