This movie pokes fun at how our commercial world sensationalizes the Black experience, but it too is devoid of any real class analysis. It's like this movie doesn't realize that it's appealing to the out-of-touch white upper class it purports to satirize.
This is not much different from any other big studio revamp, in that it modernizes a character only enough to sway a general audience into coming back for potential sequels. At the start the song and candy routine almost did the trick. But certainly by the time the little orange man appeared, I couldn't help but be reminded of the real world chocolate trade. Call me a downer, but family films deserve just as much scrutiny as adult fare. Commercial…
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This is a pulpier thriller than it pretends to be, one that is both stimulating and appalling. I don't think it's careless enough to demonize the poor. It merely stumbles into the wealthy envying the wealthier. It's more enraptured with a conniving weirdo than with sophisticated social commentary. Beautiful shots, chilling performances, and some good quips might be sufficient for an entertaining movie night.
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