Our Family Wedding could easily be titled "My Big Fat Dysfunctional Interracial Wedding." And it's one of the most racist, laugh free experiences I've had in quite some time. The film has lines like "love doesn't know how to tell time" that seem like they were rejects from the "Valentine's Day" script. And that's paired with a non-stop barage of ugly racist stereotypes.
Apparently in this movie's world, racist jokes are o-k as long as it's one minority telling jokes about another minority. No mexican stereotype is too old or two outdated to come into play here. I half expected the frito bandito and speedy gonzalez be part of the horn section of the mariachi band. But I guess what else do you expect from Carlos Mencia.
Only "ugly betty's America Ferrara emerges with some of her dignity intact, while poor Forest Whitaker gets stuck being humped by a viagra crazed goat. What a shame.
Monday, March 8, 2010
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