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N.B. When I was watching this, I didn't actually realize that it was a bastardized (black!) American remake of something superior and British. I mean, I realized that it was a black family...you know how you say "flesh and blood" for "family", well....
Anyway, all I can do is say thank you to all our black brethren out there, for letting the euro-trash and British brats know that if they wanna make fun of America, they're gonna hafta make fun of the black man too. (And the black man can do that better himself anyway, and get monies for it, lolz.)
The film was the sort that I got invited to watch by a (then) relative, and it was the sort of movie I watched without being especially regretful or thankful. Uncle Russel (Danny Glover) was kinda awesome, and I liked the little romance plots and sub-plots that got in there....although I gotta tell ya that that dwarf guy freaked me out a little.
And, uh, I learned something too. That's right, 'I learned something today, you guys'. (Or however it goes.) *bites lip* I uh, I learned....
"My grandfather was a great man!"
P.S. My own gramps passed away, somewhat recently...probably within the last year or two. But that gives me no special insight into the film, for no particular reason. What are you gonna do. All I can say is that it makes me look back at the wise-at-the-time platitudes with a twinge of regret.
Anyway, maybe when I croak, they won't tell me I was a great man unless they actually mean it. Lawlhey, just sayin'.
(8/10)
