Anyone who hasn't watched this seen this masterpiece of moviemaking is missing out. Some people tried to reclaim blaxploitation by parodying it. They failed. Rudy Ray Moore instead made blaxploitation his bitch by overextending every single aspect until it screamed his name and called him Daddy. Behold: Dolemite!
Warning: Movie poster may contain better choreography than the film it represents.
I watched it, which took several cocktails and two friends who actually cried "uncle" and bailed two-thirds of the way through - you can
read the results here. A sample to get you started:
Rudy Ray Moore wants you to know he's successful with women, and he thinks “insinuation” is something white people do because they’re impotent. If he wishes to imply a lady likes him, the only reason you don't see shaft is because the cameraman can't get the lens into the molecule-thin gap between his crotch and the refurbished prostitute/actress impersonating a face-shaped vacuum cleaner.
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