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The film "Bamboozled" has caught a lot of heat for it's portrayal of
blackface (an issue that wasn't really talked about until the release
of "Bamboozled") Writer Pierre Delacroix (Damon Wayans) sees his
pitches for TV shows being rejected one after another. He is upset with
his job and his boss Thomas Dunwitty (Mike Rappaport) He is under
contract, he cannot quit because he will be sued. So he decides to get
himself fired. He plans on reviving blackface and hopes that it'll be
so controversial that CNS will be under fire and he'll get fired. He
recruits two street performers Manray (Savion Glover) and Womack (Tommy
Davidson) and pitches the show to his boss. The show gets green
lighted, but unfortunately it becomes a big hit and destroys his whole
plan. Spike got some heat for this (mainly because he criticized
previous films for the way blacks are shown, then he made a film with
blackface) But what people don't understand is that this is a satire.
The images of rappers and "Timmi Hillnigger" are all poking fun at
today's society. "Bamboozled" is clever and one of Spike's most
explosive films next to "Do the Right Thing" and "Malcolm X". This film
has Tommy Davidson performing in blackface, in a very funny routine. I
wanted to laugh but at the same time it made me think. This sketch was
making me laugh at every stereotype about my people that I hated. That
was the smart thing about "Bamboozled", it caught you in the act of
doing something and made you think. "Bamboozled" is a well thought,
mentally challenging film that'll change your life.
Bamboozled- rated R **** out of ****
I am absolutely embarrassed right now that I have never watched a Spike Lee
film before. I have always wanted to see Do the Right Thing, which is
generally considered his best film, and I even rented it once, but never
around to watching it. When Bamboozled opened last year, it sounded very
interesting, but after the critics dismissed it as a failed attempt at
satire, I decided to catch it later on, perhaps after I saw Do the Right
Thing. Then I saw it was going to be played on television, so I found the
time and sat down to watch. What I saw was something absolutely amazing.
And that's not to say that Bamboozled doesn't have its flaws. I would personally deem it a flawed masterpiece, a very flawed masterpiece. The critics were right: Lee's satire is misplaced. He's far too hotheaded an artist to have realized this immediately, but he should have when the New York Times refused to run the movie's add, which depicted a sambo character eating a watermelon, because they feared protests. Bamboozled asks us to suspend our disbelief - a disbelief which Spike Lee may not have had himself - and accept that a TV network would produce the New Millennium Minstrel Show and that the public, a la Mel Brooks' The Producers, would eat it up. Lee's argument in the press is that this was already happening. His targets were rap videos and a show on the WB network that only produced something like 6 episodes (the show was about Abe Lincoln's black servant who single-handedly ran the country; Lincoln was the buffoon). The reason that the New York Times didn't run Lee's add is the exact same reason Lee wrote the film in the first place: African American political activists, including Lee, often have very knee-jerk reactions to such things. The show about Lincoln, which Lee argued was set during the "holocaust" of his people, actually showed the white people to be the buffoons and the blacks to be their manipulators. He missed the point (which could very well have been due to the fact that the show sucked anyhow). Add to this the fact that, besides clips of Good Times and The Jeffersons, both of which, I ought to add (in my own opinion), Lee is taking out of context (he would have been much better off to feature Diff'rent Strokes, which is somewhat offensive), all of the clips he uses to demonstrate the abuse of his race must have been downright difficult to dig out of film archives. None of these cartoons or movies that are shown, nor most of the sambo toys, have been seen for some thirty years or more, most probably not since before Spike Lee was born. We all know they exist, and, as Sloan (Jada Pinkett Smith) says in the film, we oughtn't to forget whether we're black or white, but it doesn't work as satire to show these things. They aren't at all harmful now, not until you drag them up again. Then they're only offensive when knees start jerking.
None of this matters, in fact. Not to me, anyway. In my opinion, film today has become far too complacent. Bamboozled is an enormous jolt to our current, apathetic world. The fight may be misdirected and wholly fabricated by a paranoid man, but Spike Lee is indeed a masterful director. In fact, I would very favorably compare this film to Jean-Luc Godard's Le Week-End, which was also somewhat misdirected in its satire. Both of these films are excellent. Bamboozled moves with a speed and passion almost completely foreign to the world of filmmaking today. It's angry, it's brazen, and it makes your heart pound with fear, sadness, and intensity. It also raises more difficult issues than any film I've seen in a very long time. It manages to do this while remaining funny, too, although I was always wondering whether Spike Lee would slap me for laughing at this stuff. I especially loved the Tommi Hilnigger Jeans commercial. But even the New Millennium Minstrel Show is presented in a humorous way. A lesser artist, I believe, would have made it more clearly offensive. As it stands, it's difficult not to laugh at Mantan and Sleep-N-Eat (probably the most jaw-droppingly funny and ballsy name I've ever heard) as they perform. Tommy Davidson and Crispin Glover put enough energy in these stage performances to electrocute you. Their performances are awesome - often the dialogue they do have is cliched, but in many small moments their faces clearly express, and subtly, too, how their lives are crumbling. I would also like to compliment Jada Pinkett Smith, who turns in the film's finest performance. I have a feeling she's just going to get better and better, if someone would give her another decent role. Michael Rapaport, although perhaps a little too cartoony, is still very funny. Damon Wayans has the most difficult part. I'll bet money that he and Lee KNEW that the critics would immediately jump on Wayans' fake white accent. I can't imagine they thought it was all that funny or believable. However, I'm not sure why they did it. It does detract a little from the film, though not as much as many critics claimed it does. Personally, I would have either had that accent fade as the film went on. It sounds especially bad when it comes back at the end, after all those powerful (if pointless) scenes of African Americans in the cinema. Although, as that very phony voice is brought back, we recall the way the film began...
Other aspects of the filmmaking are excellent as well. I have already praised Lee's direction. It is quickly paced and he really knows how to move his camera. The editing is fantastic. A powerful rhythm is established right away and never abandoned. In fact, the film pulls a daring change from satire to melodrama about halfway through, another aspect of the film that people complained on end about. It is all done with gusto, especially in the editing. The cinematography - wow! This and Lars von Trier's Dancer in the Dark show how worthwhile digital video is. Lee and his DP use it to an amazing degree! When characters are moving fast, which happens most often when Mantan is tap-dancing, a blur is left on the screen for a split second. Late in the film, when Mantan is trying to free himself from the show, Lee causes these blurs to remain onscreen for a prolonged period of time. The effect is simply powerful. One major complaint I have is the score. It's often manipulative. I think it would have been better to have had a minimalist score, which would have made the film seem even more immediate.
Like I said, there are many major and legitimate complaints against Bamboozled, but critics and audiences forgot what's going for it: it is EXCELLENT CINEMA. 9/10.
Being white, and european, I'm not really sure about the point of this movie seen in an american perspective. But as a european it really opened my eyes to a strange fact: if your only knowledge about black America comes from television, you WOULD really think, that all afro-americans were gangsters, rappers or Urkel-like comedians, that is: stereotypes. You very rarely see an american show, or movie, where a black american is portrayed as a complex human being. And that really IS scary.
I was lucky enough to see the Philadelphia premiere of this movie at the U. of Penn, with Spike Lee in attendance, and I left the theatre feeling almost speechless. I've seen most of Lee's films and have mixed emotions and reviews of each of them; however, this film is truly a MASTERPIECE of filmmaking. Without giving away the many-layered plot, which must be experienced to be appreciated, the subject is a touchy one --- controversial and poignant, embarrassing and humiliating, enlightening and insightful. Mainstream white audiences ( of which I am a part ) may find the subject to be uncomfortable --- obviously one of Lee's goals here --- and all audiences will find certain parts of the movie to be terrifying. Besides the storyline, the acting is wonderful across the board, and Daman Wayans deserves an Academy Award for his over-the-top role. Spike Lee's "Bamboozled" should go down in history as one of the most important films about race vs. social status and the misconceptions and stereotypes that surround them, as well as being a magnificent movie about popular culture and the almighty dollar. It is alternatingly hysterical, contemplative, witty and violent, and I left the theatre in tears, totally speechless. Unfortunately, this will probably be a short-lived film in your local cineplex, but hopefully it will gain enough serious attention to win the accolades it deserves, as well as open some closed eyes and minds.
I approached this film with trepidation due to the mixed reviews(in
particular, the flat-out negative review of Ebert at the Movies). Knowing
Lee's penchant for controversy, but knowing also his unflinching honesty and
passion about his position, I decided to give this film a
I consider myself an educated, articulate, middle-class black-american. And I was wary of Lee's supposed satire which centers on the creation of Minstrel show for the new millenium. By the time I credits rolled, I was applauding.
In this film, Lee takes no prisoners, he neither excuses the white establishment for its entrenched and hard-to-expose racism nor does he excuse the blacks and other non-whites who become the literal agents of this process.
This story of two young black men's rise to financial and commercial glory through demeaning themselves, their talent and by example the group of people from which they hail, is an allegory. Rather than getting stuck in a discussion of this film's form, viewers should consider what it means about the world around them.
The disturbing and unnerving finale, is a suitable response to our rising awareness of inner-city violence, hip-hop culture, the prison industrial complex, and the police state in which many blacks, poor or not, find themselves a part. Instead of offering us solutions this film offers us, as in many other of Lee's films, a wake up call.
As in the body of Lee's work, the camera work gives a gritty cinema verite feel to the scenes, and the performances of Glover, Davidson, Pinkett, Wayans, and Rappaport are dead-on. The cast has a good chemistry and the dialogue will have have you howling with disbelief and laughter.
An incredibly important film, for any consumer, and by definition, any creator of popular culture who may be responsible for the perpetuation and dissemination of DAMAGING and DEGRADING stereotypes. Thank you, Mr. Lee.
This is Lee's best film. It isn't heavy handed despite the explosive
topic. In fact I would argue that the images in this film are less
offensive then some of the depiction of African-American life seen on
MTV or BET. Less heavy handed then some of the vulgar depiction of my
community that is allowed to be foisted on my community as
entertainment. The modern minstrels show can be seen any night of the
week on America's cable music networks. Which is more embarrassing
Lil'John, 50 cent or Mantan? Which has had a bigger impact on the daily
lives of African-American children, images of Step- N-Fetch it or
Lil'John? Which are the stereotypes that are used to justify racial
profiling in the larger public of the country in 2006, Gangstas or
minstrels performers? It is a film about the power and responsibility
of black America to control the images that define it.
I think Lee for the first time in a long time had a story he actually wanted to tell. The script was solid if not great. As usual Spike had a tough time with his female characters. The women in his films tend to be two dimensional. All good or all bad. It wasn't a perfect film but I think it will be remembered as one of Spike's most interesting.
This could have been a brilliant film. The problem I had with this film is
that Spike Lee had too many ideas he was trying to pursue, and should have
kept to the single focus. Yet, there were some brilliant scenes. We see a
black gangsta group of hip-hoppers and one scene shows a member drinking out
of a bottle shaped like a rocket. Later on we see a commercial for this
product. Subtle and interesting. The film clips from old films and the
display of of toys during the endtitles, were fascinating and could have
made an interesting documentary.
One thing I didn't like, besides the stereotypical white bigots, was Lee's focusing upon 40s black comedian Mantan Moreland as the epitome of black humiliation. Moreland was a brilliant comic who stole the show from the white actors of the day. Whites and Blacks turned against Moreland during the civil rights movement and the man could hardly make ends meet. Before he died in the early 70s, opinion changed again and he was seen as a pioneer. He once again managed to get some work in films and tv before his death. A better target for Lee should have been Stepin Fletchit, who made a career out of playing a lazy black freeloader.
I have to agree with Lee on hip-hop as a minstrel show. The gold chains, oversized sport jerseys, and baseball caps worn sideways are clownish and not far removed from the olden days when blacks played buffoons to entertain white people. The show is still going on....
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TV writer Pierre Delacroix (Damon Wayans) is tired of having his TV
concepts rejected by the studio. Accused by his ultra-"hip" white boss
Dunwitty (Michael Rappaport) of not being "black" enough, an enraged
Pierre comes up with an outlandish idea: a modern-day minstrel show,
complete with black-face, musical revue numbers, racial epithets, and
the most ridiculous stereotypes imaginable. He enlists the aide of his
reluctant secretary Sloane (Jada Pinkett Smith) and two street dancers
Manray and Womack (Savion Glover and Tommy Davidson) desperate for a
buck. Pierre is flabbergasted when the network accepts the show, and
then becomes a pop culture phenomenon. But not everyone enjoys the
racial epithets the show provides, and the Maumaus, a group of wannabe
gangstas/rappers, decide to take matters into their own hands - with
Spike Lee's "Bamboozled" is certainly an ambitious film. It is an unremittingly vicious satire of the portrayal of blacks in popular media, a topic all too open to attack from Lee's inflammatory eye. However, having set up a potentially great and scathing satire, Bamboozled ultimately fails by being just too broad and over-the-top in its target.
Lee is certainly right in attacking media portrayal of African-Americans. And for the early sections, it works. The most effective is the portrayal of pop culture - namely gangsta rap and hip-hop. The Maumaus are ridiculous posers who don't even notice that one of their number is white. The TV ads for Blow Cola and Timmi Hiln!gger showcase the artificiality and toxic nature of gangsta culture. Women are hos, bitches, and sluts; the men are cool because they do drugs and kill people. Lee's double-edged sword goes after the white media (embodied by the embarrassingly patronizing boss Dunwitty) for perpetuating such images, but also the blacks who embrace it. Very few societal targets, regardless of race or position, escape Lee's critical eye. The film's use of clips from minstrel shows of the past, as well as cartoons and other caricature portrayals, as well as the commentary of Sloane, to make the point reverberate. All of this is brilliantly done, and the witty dialog and character interactions of the first half indicate that Lee has winner on his hands.
But the film ultimately fails due to the methods it employs. Seriously... is there a sentient human being alive who thinks that there would be a TV audience for a MINSTREL SHOW? Black face is such an inherently, blatantly offensive concept that it's impossible to take it seriously. For lack of a better word, it's overkill. And by showing it again and again, Lee rather overdoes (and undermines) his point. We get it; this show is racist and humiliating. Wouldn't Lee have better made his point by keeping the focus on the contemporary equivalent, or at least gone about it in a more subtle manner?
Of course, "Bamboozled" is a satire, so hyperbole is expected. But, there are limits to this, particularly within the media of film. Be too outlandish and over-the-top, and the point is lost. Jonathan Swift's "A Modest Proposal" works because it is a written essay, where the venom beneath Swift's seemingly earnest tone is almost undetectable. In "Bamboozled", however, we see starkly outrageous images of minstrel shows about black-faced, watermelon-eating, chicken-stealing blacks (and the black-faced fans who love and emulate them). And that image in and of itself blots out the point Lee is trying to make with such images. We don't remember that the media is demeaning towards blacks; we remember the minstrel show.
The movie is also damaged by its cop-out ending, which uses violence as an easy solution to the problems it has set up. One could argue that Lee was attempting to show the detrimental effects Delacroix's show had on society. Thanks, but I'm not buying that. Whatever justice that argument has is killed by the ham-fisted, rushed way the climax is executed.
The acting is uniformly solid. Damon Wayans, an actor I usually dislike, makes Pierre an intriguing character. Pierre's descent into hell - ultimately embracing the stereotypes he presents through his work - is fascinating. Jada Pinkett-Smith gives a quietly effective performance as the film's conscience, although her actions at the end seem ridiculously out-of-character. Savion Glover and Tommy Davidson are both extremely likable as two characters who slowly realize what they're doing is wrong. Michael Rappaport's hopeless studio VP is hysterical, and provides some of the film's best moments.
In short, "Bamboozled" is an extremely ambitious film that starts out great, then becomes so outlandish and over-the-top its point is obscured. Regardless, one should note it is very much a point worth making.
For the most part, Spike Lee is an angry filmmaker and I cannot blame
his anger nor do I criticize it. With films such as Do the Right Thing
and Jungle Fever, he shows his passion and understanding of situations
such as racial feelings between all races, not just whites and blacks
as well as how outsiders view interracial relationships. Here, his
target is the entertainment industry, specifically television and he
cuts right to the core because he knows how important and complex this
issue is and wastes no time of this 135-minute film to stuff every
frame and scene with a message and relating what he has seen in this
country and how he feels about it.
First off, the acting is near flawless. Damon Wayans gives his best performance ever as Pierre Delacroix, a successful producer upset that he is not considered black with his fancy dress and white accent. Determined to make his case, he decides to create a minstrel show very much in the vein of those from the 1930s and 40s. However, he goes one step further and hires black actors to use blackface makeup as well as make the subject and setting the most politically incorrect setups imaginable. What he doesn't expect is the overwhelming popularity of the show complete with huge ratings and numerous critical awards.
For my money, Lee almost had a great film here. The first hour is terrific, biting satire, attacking everything and anything. Lee takes no prisoners and also gives some very interesting bits about how a TV show is brought to life. But, once the show becomes a success and the people involved develop consciences, Lee's vision narrows and soon it becomes more of the angry and socially-aware Spike Lee we've seen in much better films. Being white myself, I never liked how Lee seemed to portray whites as leering fools and the true ignorant people of America as opposed to the "more commonly accepted" view of blacks. Still, his feelings were justified in Do the Right Thing, Jungle Fever and earlier works. Bamboozled tries too hard and loses its mission towards the end. The end is in fact a rehash of many other movies seen before, even ones self-consciously referred to here such as Network and The Producers.
Spike Lee is a gifted and fearless director and I cannot say this is a boring or uninspiring film. I was held captive every step of the way. I just wish he had picked a better and more effective way to satirize his subjects, as well as maybe broaden the horizons; only then could it really take root.
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I think Spike Lee wasted his money and his time getting a film degree
because the only thing he has learned--as seen with Bamboozled--is that
if you put enough 'controversy' (which does not age well) into a film,
you can skip on the writing and the plotting. Lee's films aren't linear
films in any sense of the word: you can break them up into "plot point"
and "annoying spiel between two characters." The crappy DV
cinematography of this only underlines how amateurish Lee's
film-making...sorry, I almost said style....methods are. Who needs to
craft a movie into making anybody with an opposing view step into
another's shoes to understand the point when you can just throw the LA
Riots, 9/11, or the Million Man March and get some attention from that?
Hence we come to the great problem with Bamboozled. We are being
told--since Lee doesn't have the ingenuity to allow a bit of ambiguity
in his films--by a man who made Nike commercials with Michael Jordan
that all of us are racist because we indulge in stereotypes. But not
like the stereotypes that Lee uses in every single one of his movies to
shove his points. No, stereotypes are bad until the filmmaker latches
onto something very public and fills his script with them in order to
make a movie which all of us are supposed to pay for so we can hear
what he thinks. Does Spike Lee want to make movies, or does he want
attention so he can speak out about something that happened? One can't
imagine but think that Lee just wants the respect of being paid
attention to, but can't muster the talent that he had once to make it
worth our time. In short, Lee had a good idea for a movie. And then he
threw it away because he simply doesn't have any idea on how to make an
effective movie and wants the easy way out of speaking his mind and
letting it end at that. Any doubters? Well, they're not there.
Introspection is only reserved after one side has walked away in Spike
Lee's world, and only allowed when you're pondering how wrong you are
and how right the director seems to think he is all the time.
Damon Wayans is awful in whatever accent he was trying to do, Jada Pinkett is woefully miscast, Michael Rappaport is probably regretting how he played a rich white stereotype, and everybody else is probably glad that they did a better job than the higher paid leads. And Spike Lee can fill his hubris tank up all the way and pretend he's still relevant to a world that has forgotten Do the Right Thing and is now waiting for something else to happen so he can leech on that pity train as well. Too bad he isn't taking the time to watch how a film is constructed. Nah, there might be another Nike commercial to do. For Lee, commercials are as deep as he can get.
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