79. Bamboozled

If Ace in the Hole is Billy Wilder at his angriest, then Bamboozled is Spike Lee at his angriest. It’s a scathing satire of the entertainment industry and the racism that underlines it. It’s all at once hilarious, thought-provoking, and uncomfortable to watch. I do recommend this movie frequently, but it’s definitely not for everybody. That said, it’s an important movie and deserves recognition, and so I’m going to talk about it anyway.

Pierre Delacroix (Damon Wayans) is fed with his boss and the television network he works for. He consistently pitches programs that feature intelligent Black characters, and is constantly turned down for their being too much like the Cosbys. His boss, named Dunwitty (Michael Rapaport), claims himself to be “blacker” than the Harvard-educated Delacroix and frequently uses the “n-word” in front of him. Desperate to escape his contract by being fired, Delacroix pitches the most offensive show he can think of, a variety minstrel show with the black performers in blackface and brings in two street performers to be his show’s hosts, Mantan and Sleep ‘n Eat. Their real names are Manray and Womack, and I’m stressing that now because I’m not about to refer to a character as “Sleep ‘n Eat” for the rest of this review. Womack is immediately put off by the show’s premise, but Manray sees it as his ticket to the big stage to show off his tap dancing talents, so they agree to do it. To Delacroix’s dismay, Dunwitty and the network are very enthusiastic about the show and it immediately becomes a hit, particularly white audiences, and so he changes his tune, declaring the show a satire and defending it, while his assistant, Sloane (Jada Pinkett Smith) is increasingly ashamed of it. An militant rap group, the Mau Maus, claim they will violently destroy the show if it’s not taken off the air immediately, though it is revealed that they originally auditioned to be the show’s in-house band. Womack quits the show, Sloane pushes to get it canceled, and after an argument with Delacroix, Manray also quits but is kidnapped by the Mau Maus as soon as he does and forced to tap dance on camera until he is shot. With everything in disarray, Delacroix retreats to his office where Sloane holds him at gunpoint in order to get him to watch a compilation of Black stereotypes from older Hollywood films and cartoons. They fight over the gun, Delacroix is shot in the process, and slowly dies as the montage plays.

I don’t think I’ve squirmed in my chair as much as during a scene before the show goes on air and they’re ramping up the crowd. White people fill the seats, covered in blackface, and cheer wildly, proudly proclaiming themselves as n****rs. It’s impossible not to laugh at the ridiculousness you see before you, but you also want to shut your eyes and ears. Though that montage at the end comes close on the cringe factor. It’s five unrelenting minutes of stereotypes that, on their own would make you inhale through clenched teeth, but in succession, are the equivalent of surgery without anesthesia. If you watch movies purely for entertainment value (which I am in no way knocking), steer clear of this one. It is entertaining, but that takes such a backseat to the message that it may as well be in the trunk.

I won’t deny my love for Spike Lee, though. He’s a director who is at his best when he’s angry, in my opinion. I know a lot of what he says is divisive, but you can’t deny the passion he puts into his arguments. And in Bamboozled, he’s got a bone to pick with just about everybody: Hollywood, the television industry, White people who cop Black culture, and even Black people who give up the culture for themselves. It’s brash and prickly, and I love the movie for it.

Bonus Review: Do the Right Thing

Here’s another Spike Lee Joint to marinate on, and it’s just and angry and relevant today as it was in 1989. On a hot summer day in Bed-Stuy, Mookie (Spike Lee, himself) is a pizza delivery man working for Sal Frangione (Danny Aiello), who owns a very Italian pizza shop in the predominantly Black neighborhood. One day, Mookie’s friend, Buggin’ Out (a young Giancarlo Esposito), enters the pizzeria and wants to know why Sal doesn’t have any Black people on his Wall of Fame, since his restaurant is in a Black neighborhood. Sal kicks him out. As the scorching day goes on, Buggin’ Out returns to Sal’s along with Radio Raheem (Bill Nunn), who is always carrying around his boombox with him, blasting music, and demands that Sal add some Black celebrities to his Wall of Fame. Tensions rise and Sal smashes Raheem’s boombox with a baseball bat. Raheem retaliates and they continue their fight outside, attracting attention from the neighborhood. The police show up and while attempting to restrain Raheem, an officer chokes him to death. Mookie, in a fit of anger or to keep Sal from facing the wrath of a mob (depends on who you talk to), throws a garbage can through Sal’s window, and the mob trashes and ignites it. After the fire department squelches the fire, a man named Smiley places a photo of Malcolm X and Martin Luther King, Jr. shaking hands on what remains of the Wall of Shame. Mookie returns to Sal’s and, after a brief argument, the two seemingly reconcile.

The movie ends with the following two quotes:

“Violence as a way of achieving racial justice is both impractical and immoral. It is impractical because it is a descending spiral ending in destruction for all. The old law of an eye for an eye leaves everybody blind. It is immoral because it seeks to humiliate the opponent rather than win his understanding; it seeks to annihilate rather than to convert. Violence is immoral because it thrives on hatred rather than love. It destroys community and makes brotherhood impossible. It leaves society in monologue rather than dialogue. Violence ends by destroying itself. It creates bitterness in the survivors and brutality in the destroyers.”–Martin Luther King, Jr.

“I think there are plenty of good people in America, but there are also plenty of bad people in America and the bad ones are the ones who seem to have all the power and be in these positions to block things that you and I need. Because this is the situation, you and I have to preserve the right to do what is necessary to bring an end to that situation, and it doesn’t mean that I advocate violence, but at the same time I am not against using violence in self-defense. I don’t even call it violence when it’s self- defense, I call it intelligence.”–Malcolm X

Both of these quotes deserve analysis and reflection, but I don’t think that’s for me to do publicly. However, I will say that using the quotes in tandem do at least imply that there’s not a black and white answer to any questions that the movie raises. The most commonly asked question is apparently, “Did Mookie do the right thing?”, in reference to throwing the garbage can. I have my own opinions, but instead of sharing them, I’ll acknowledge that Spike Lee has commented on the question, reflecting that he is only ever asked it by White people, and that Black people never ask it. So, if you’re White like me, you may be asking, “Did Mookie do the right thing?” I don’t have an answer for you.

81. An American Werewolf in London

Two American travelers, David Kessler (David Naughton) and Jack Goodman (Griffin Dunne), get attacked by a wolf out in the Yorkshire moors, leaving David bedridden for weeks and killing Jack. David appears to be healing up rather quickly according to Dr. Hirsch and the nurse, Alex, but he’s convinced he’s getting worse. He and Alex fall in love and sleep together at her apartment. When she goes to work for her night shift, David transforms into a werewolf in one of the most excruciatingly long scenes ever, and then attacks people night after night. His reign of terror on London is ended when the police corner him in an alley behind an adult movie theater. The movie is funnier than you might expect, but it’s also truly horrific, with jump scares and intense shadows. Quite frankly, it’s one of the best monster movies of all time.

An American Werewolf in London revived the monster movie subgenre of horror, which had been on the decline in the US since Creature from the Black Lagoon. Monster movies still had a following in the UK thanks to Hammer Studios, but the US was beginning to become infatuated with slasher films. An American Werewolf in London was so beloved by Michael Jackson, that he hired director John Landis and famed makeup artist Rick Baker to work with him on his “Thriller” music video. Baker’s effects in this movie, specifically the horrific transformation scene, have become points of reference for all future practical horror effects.

On my copy of the movie, it comes with a video essay from Jon Spira called, “I Think He’s A Jew: The Werewolf’s Secret”, which puts the film in the frame of Jewish identity in a foreign land. David’s jewishness was not something I really caught on to on my first watch of the movie, and this video (plus confirmation from the director) helped me to catch little references to the Londoners’ infatuation and fear that is buried in David’s subconscious. This angle elevates the movie from simple horror schlock to a movie worth investigating. I recommend An American Werewolf in London to anyone who can handle some gross prosthetics and slight nudity.

Bonus Review: The Thing

John Carpenter’s best film takes place in Antarctica, where an American research team witness a helicopter blow up in pursuit of a dog. R.J. MacReady (Kurt Russell) investigates and finds an unusual-looking body, which he brings back to base to have investigated. However, it soon becomes clear that the body is that of an alien creature taking the form of a human. As the revelations about the aliens abilities come to fruition, MacReady and the others realize, in their isolation, none of them are safe. The alien could be impersonating any one of them. That paranoia of who is who they say they are drives the movie to it’s explosive end. Kurt Russell’s performance and the special effects, which are still quite impressive if not disgusting, make this film a must-watch.

But that’s looking at The Thing through a modern lens. When it was originally released, the movie bombed at the box office, particularly because of the grotesque effects. I can’t sugarcoat it; the effects are excessively gory, and I know that can be a turnoff for some people. So, if you have an upset stomach, maybe avoid it. But for those of you who can handle it, the story is really what makes The Thing so great. Based on a novella written in the 1930s, Who Goes There?, The Thing is essentially a sci-fi horror reimagining of Agatha Christie’s And Then There Were None. Because the alien creature can imitate the form of anyone in the camp, no one is able to trust each other, and their attempts to prove who the alien is imitating are suspenseful to say the least. John Carpenter’s only truly-great film is a psychological masterpiece.