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There'd have been press conferences, articles, and activists would have cried afoul, and the same case is for this movie, racism galore. And it's viewed as comedy. But I was not laughing one bit through the white stereotypes, and tired old routines of the Wayans brothers. People could just make the excuse "Oh but it's all in good fun", but the same could be said for minstrel shows, and does that make it less offensive? If you're intelligent, you'd think not. After the dreadfully unfunny and somewhat mind-numbing opening, we meet Kevin and Marcus, two of the dumbest officers I've ever seen, who ruin a crime sting in a convenience store and now must protect the two utterly snobby and obnoxious Wilson sisters. The Wilson sisters are being stalked and are at risk of being kidnapped and now the two must escort them around a big gala event, so they move them to a safe house--no, they don't do that, they put them in protective custody--no they don't do that, they dress up as them and masquerade as the girls investigating--believe it or not, they do that after the girls decide not to go because a minor crash gives them slight cuts on the face. Logic would incur they get look-alikes, but no, let's dress up like women. Believable. It's far-fetched, ridiculous and utterly nonsensical developments like this that made this movie what is was, and this is chock full of the usual clichés we see of movies like this, and the shocker is the writers actually expect us to believe anyone would buy that the blond petite girls we see at the beginning are actually these two big black guys. The Wayans' best jab at edgy humor was "I'm Gonna Git You Sucka", their only effort which was actually a funny outing, but god these guys just can not seem to break out of their usual conventional humor of obvious improvisation and are really unfunny here. I mean, it's obvious what the Wayans are getting at with this movie, but, sad to say, they are about seven months too late. Spoofing the Hiltons? Way to beat a dead whore, guys. And the Wayans' hope for the audience to moronically suspend their belief, but it becomes very difficult to do so when they're in make-up. The entire time was spent with me raising a brow in disbelief and cringing at their tired antics. They don't look like white girls, they don't even look human, they look like creatures, and I don't know how anyone could confuse them for women, and it's ridiculous for the writer to expect the audience to believe that they could be mistaken for real women. And the one time where the Wayans have the ability to actually say something to the audience, and they completely botch it. There is no commentary about sex relations, there's nothing said about how people of different races are the same or different, there's nothing even remotely intelligent to this. There's not even anything that could be defined as "dumb fun". The movie drudges on and on with ridiculous comedy and toilet humor that is just painful to watch, and it all ends with one big "It's a mad mad mad mad mad world" type of carnage ending that was just so obnoxious and ludicrous in order for an audience to suspend their belief, they'd have to basically suspend their brain.
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