Black Snake Groan
February 15, 2007 at 11:29 pm 1 comment
Kind of like a Southern, sluttier interracial Lost in the Translation. Man finds woman unconscious at the side of the road. He cleans her up, takes care of her and chains her to a radiator to get that devil hoodoo out of her. Because women who are sexual beings need the devil blues beat out of ’em. And black people just function to be magik and mend the fucked-up white folks. Not incidentally, Justin Timberlake was not the worst thing about this film. It either needed to be Russ Meyer campy or have more explosions or more kitty cats, as Carolyn suggested. More importantly, do people from the South still talk like that? It was so bad that I didn’t walk out because I really wanted to know how it would end. I should have laughed more, like my fellow audience members. Thanks to Cathy, it was free.
These two reviews sum up everything wrong with the film. I look forward Sean Burns’ (PW) or my friend Sam Adams’ (CP) reviews.
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1. stinkcheattorture | February 19, 2007 at 2:10 am
Yeah, I haven’t seen it yet either. But I heard the soundtrack. Samuel L. Jackson (he sings…sorta) provides a satirical version of the blues that might as well’ve been cooked up by Larry the Cable Guy. There’s a whiff of exploitation camp here that does nothing to clear the stink of pickaninny dross. In my opinion its nearly as inflammatory a piece of racial agitation as anything John Mayall recorded. Okay, maybe not that bad. Still, Quentin Tarrantino presents the Fat Possum story is as good a spin as this turkey could hope for.
Or Rick Rubin presents Bubba Hotep!?