Roger Ebert actually liked this movie. So did Gene Siskel.
I didn’t.
First, the title. It’s deeply misleading. It should’ve been called Double Date.
Tommy Davidson has been dating Tamala Jones for 7 weeks. They haven’t had sex. Why? Because Jones wants to make sure he’s “the right one”. Talk about antiquated thinking. Wouldn’t you want to know immediately if you’re sexually compatible with this guy? Why delay your disappointment if he’s not?
Davidson’s best friend is Jamie Foxx who constantly gives him a hard time about this. They make a bet about whether Davidson will finally consummate his relationship on this particular night. Jones’ best friend is Vivica A. Fox who lives directly across from her in their apartment building. She correctly notes on multiple occasions that Jones is a big prude.
All four meet in a Chinese restaurant (the women live in Chinatown) where their server turns out to be an unfunny gay stereotype who hits on Foxx. When Fox lays eyes on her date for the first time, she’s not impressed. She doesn’t like his hair which leads to two obvious jokes. But after Jones complains about a gangster’s lit cigar (she’s very anti-smoking), Foxx mosies on over there to politely ask him to put it out. In Mandarin. (He learned the language from kung-fu movies.)
When he returns triumphant to the table, Fox insults him in Mandarin. They argue in Mandarin. In English, she brags about being rich (yet she lives in the same building as Jones) while all he can boast about is his gold gas card (he’s doesn’t drive). You know exactly where this is going.
After dinner, Fox cleans up at the pool table. Then, it’s back to Jones’ place for a game of cards and a mutually unsexy game of footsie. Jones has a little dog named Killa who plays a major role in putting the bickering Foxx and Fox together. The joke is they don’t realize it. Let’s just say it’s quite gross.
Fox has a weird fetish. She gets turned on when her partners do impressions. So, Foxx indulges her by citing famous quotes from Jesse Jackson and Martin Luther King, curious choices considering their well-known philandering. His impressions aren’t particularly good.
Then he does Cosby, which takes on a whole new meaning today. I’ll admit it. One of his lines made me laugh. He also throws in a little Captain Kirk, as well.
With Foxx and Fox out of the apartment, Jones finally decides to get it on with Davidson. There’s a peculiar moment where she thinks she’ll die having sex if he doesn’t wear a condom. (Does she not trust him?) Unfortunately, when he pulls one out of its wrapping, it falls to the floor and that goddamn dog snatches it. Why even bother trying to get it back?
When Davidson learns that Foxx doesn’t have any spares (he didn’t bring any), it’s off to the store to buy some more. 38 dollars later, Jones grumbles they’re lambskin, not latex. So, Foxx and Davidson go to a different store where they encounter two more tired stereotypes, a couple of Indian immigrants, and a hypocritical churchgoing judge (a pre-stardom Bernie Mac) who lectures them on the sins of fornication. (Cosby should’ve played this part.) Back in Jones’ apartment, with everything seemingly back on track, Davidson proceeds to go downtown when the clearly germophobic Jones insists he use some Saran Wrap.
Say what?
With none in her kitchen, an increasingly irritated Foxx is dragged out of Fox’s apartment by Davidson one last time to go back to that same variety store run by the same two Indian guys to buy some. But then a gunman shows up. Foxx actually suggests they steal some food and booze because of the distraction but thankfully doesn’t go through with it. When they attempt to sneak up on him, that allows one of the clerks to pull out an uzi and proceed to needlessly destroy his profits. It should be noted that he completely misses the gunman.
Finally back in his girlfriend’s building and not knowing what the fuck he’s doing, Davidson makes a very dumb decision. So does Foxx. When you find out that Jones wanted Davidson to use the Saran Wrap on her not him, you start questioning his loyalty and his intelligence.
Thoroughly fed up, Foxx and Davidson decide to bolt. The women plead with them to return. Then, Foxx slips up, Davidson gets accidentally shot in the leg, and we’re suddenly in the ER where the cheap jokes and well-worn clichés continue to pile up rather quickly.
The misnamed, critically jackhammered Booty Call became a surprise, modest hit during its theatrical run 20 years ago. Would I have laughed more if I saw it back then? I’ll never know. What I do know is that two laughs in 80 minutes is woefully inadequate for a sex comedy. (The name of the gangster in the restaurant, a blatant groaner, is the only other funny moment.)
The film is so shallow, so strange and so obvious, it never gets on that comic roll it desperately needs to work. What it thinks is truly outrageous is just plain annoying and icky.
Booty Call should’ve been a sexy, laugh riot. Instead, it’s depressingly deflating.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Sunday, June 25, 2017
3:40 p.m.
Morning Joe’s Donald Trump Problem
Maybe they shouldn’t have put him on the air so much. Maybe they shouldn’t have privately advised his campaign. And maybe they shouldn’t have been so chummy with him for all these years.
When Donald Trump declared himself a candidate for President in June 2015, few were more enthusiastic about it than Joe Scarborough. The former Republican Congressman was an early champion of the future President as was Mika Brzezinski, his fiancé and co-host of MSNBC’s Morning Joe. Trump was a frequent guest on their program during the early days of the overlong 2016 federal election campaign. The interviews were not noted for their toughness.
Considering his routinely inflammatory, xenophobic, sexist, contradictory, revisionist and often blatantly dishonest rhetoric, Scarborough & Brzezinski’s shameless, early shilling for Trump had long been a source of ridicule and criticism, especially within their own cable news network.
Not helping matters was a leaked piece of audio that illustrated their penchant for subservience, not to mention Scarborough’s initial reluctance to turn down a possible Vice Presidential candidacy as Trump’s running mate. Scarborough even went so far as to publicly brag about advising Trump “to speak in complete sentences at debates.”
Even after publicly criticizing his proposal for a Muslim travel ban in late 2015, Scarborough & Brzezinski continued to see Trump socially. (They stayed at Mar-A-Lago over the Christmas/New Year’s holidays that same year.) The day after it was first announced as public policy through a highly condemned & legally contested executive order this past January, there they were having lunch with the man in the Oval Office, the same man who offered to officiate their wedding during their Mar-A-Lago stay. (Scarborough has been a frequent guest at the Florida resort.)
After Trump had won the election, as he sheepishly admitted recently to Rolling Stone, Scarborough told him over the phone, “I hope we’ll be friends after this.”
Despite occasionally spatting at each other on Twitter and TV over the last year, their off-air social engagements resumed unabated, at least up until a few months ago.
This week, after once again poking the beast by foolishly questioning his mental health, President Trump responded in his favourite forum by lambasting Scarborough & Brzezinski the only way he knows how, by cruelly lying. (Do we really believe anyone still recuperating from a facelift (that appears not to have actually happened) would ever be in the vicinity of the most judgmental man on the planet?)
The backlash was predictable. And then, the Morning Joe hosts countered Trump’s laughable tweets by claiming that the White House wanted an apology for their public criticism. If they sufficiently grovelled, a National Enquirer story exposing their then-secret relationship would be killed. (They came out as an engaged couple in Vanity Fair in May.) They didn’t and true to the threat, it ran. That raises a whole lot of abuse of power questions. (The National Enquirer officially endorsed him for President. Trump has a close, longstanding relationship with its owner, David Pecker.)
But what about Scarborough & Brzezinski’s own embarrassing conduct in this whole mess? In the early goings of the 2016 campaign, they gave Trump a lot of free publicity and not a lot of scrutiny, inexcusable behaviour for broadcasters on a national news channel. (As Rolling Stone’s Matt Taibbi reported on the campaign trail last year, Trump gave them a warm shout-out during a New Hampshire rally.) Even after they started questioning some of his worst ideas on Morning Joe, they maintained their already established off-camera relationship with him right up until January this year (as far as we know) which was far less hostile.
Scarborough is now claiming, with a straight face, that the man he and his fiancé stupidly sucked up to in 2015 and 2016, for the purpose of getting exclusive access, is not the same man currently occupying the White House. Has he really forgotten Trump’s original campaign announcement where he smeared most Mexicans as criminals, rapists & murderers? Was he not aware of Ivana Trump’s claim that her husband raped her (later retracted because of considerable pressure from his legal team)? Did he miss how Trump and his father wouldn’t allow black people to rent apartments in their buildings back in the 1970s? I could go on but you get the idea.
You’d have to be a complete dunderhead to believe that 2015 Trump was more reasonable than 2017 Trump. You don’t even have to do any research to realize Scarborough is completely full of shit. I’ll use the most obvious example. 2015 Trump suggested a Muslim travel ban. 2017 Trump has tried three times to implement it. Explain to me again how the 2015 version was more acceptable.
As for Trump brutalizing the Morning Joe couple on Twitter, I have next to no sympathy for them, mean tweets notwithstanding. When you make the decision to roll around in the mud with a pig, expect to be corrupted by the filth. No amount of washing will make you clean.
Dennis Earl
Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
Friday, June 30, 2017
11:23 p.m.