Budget films about the undead. Vol.3: Black case. Black as Harlem soot cool story has pleased us since the late eighties. Comedy whistles from the Wayans brothers. Severe divisions of good in the territory belonging to the eternal Ice-T, do not forget Ice cuba, he is subject to all roles. Tupac is also not bypassed, early began, tragically ended. All in one way or another influenced the genre of black “cinema” about the difficult life of boys from hood or just the edge of the story, again about the difficult fate of black boys from the quarter. This genre will never run out of ideas, because there are many brothers and to their honor I will say that the African American people, repeatedly, united, gave a lot of useful content. The content transmitted from the mouth, in turn, went to the masses of the white people, where it gained epic memtism and tribute. In this case, we will talk about more than a strange project, implemented by the efforts of entertaining persons, in that heated September flame two thousand and seven years.
History acquaints us with the brother-producer, who spends days in trip bars, turns a small gop-stop, and plows on the “uncle”. The uncle crushed the bad boys under his wing, he directs erotic adult content, and lives well as a district niggy. If you think about it, our hero lives well, because some brothers, sometimes even before entering college, do not live. And our Skye, not only that in not the last people the ghetto broke out, so also a brigade of faithful brethren is always at hand, Successful and great black brother, you can not say anything. The ghetto is small, everyone knows. But the guys then, having accumulated enough experience in gop-style murky long ago realized that the years take their own, and in bars all life hanging around health is not enough, husl it is not eternal. Having stretched his brains, our main character acts like black people. Going on a date at the county jail where his grandfather is babbling. A mother, in the past, a cubs, who respects the law of thieves, regularly shakes, already apparently the last term. The appearance of the granddaughter to the grandfather pleased, but realizing that moralizing in the spirit - "It is better with a hole in the pocket but in the wild", do not lead to absolutely nothing. The elderly bear cub understands that it is more expensive to teach a hefty slob to reason, so he hastily gives his granddaughter a master class on illegal loan of money from honest white citizens. As befits the cracking of cells, the use of Uzi, and the barrel, which is held strictly at an angle. But our coal brothers do not know that the city today will be hotter without representatives of African culture than in hell, a whole herd of violent zombie ghouls has left cozy cages and is in a hurry to eat juicy African American meat. However, not everything is so simple and the brothers will have much to break their heads before getting out of the web of traps, where they have led their own, screwed up by ghetto-pont ambitions.
And everything would be fine if what is happening on the screen with every minute did not slide into the theater of a complete absurdopedia, which even thrashem is ashamed to call. Although, of course, there is a bad thrash, and it occurs due to not trying, or any other factors. It's kind of a no-brainer.
Beau Webb did not stand at the helm of the director, entrusting this duty to the performers of the main roles. And then the brothers pumped up, so pumped up, the actors gathered around the corners of the local ghetto turned out to be nothing. In a word, dummy. No, ponts, features in the style of "yo bro" are present. But the performance looks like a very intelligent black men in the shortest possible time ordered to fight a gang-bang morning, the roles of which the guys diligently learned as much as half an hour before the start of filming. The plot is extremely simple, here are the cool blacks, and here is a flock of bloodthirsty vampires who not only turned into a battlefield the desired bank for robbers. Half of the city, like a plague, was destroyed. Despite the fact that the gang coordinator is the same fat adult-maker director, calmly drinks juice in his office, admiring the view of the night streets. Don't count who doesn't. Bewilderment is caused by a very rocked, shaved head, white, thug. He plays the role of six and forced accomplices at the same time, and hastily. Is that a kind of banter? Let's assume so. In any case, we white do not understand this.
Dead heist is a film-craft filmed by a circle of like-minded people who burn through rap and horror movies, toli for laundering a dirty grandmother, toli for love views in narrow ghetto circles. Maybe it's just a banter that Bo Webb and the company could afford. They say, “Look as easily as possible and throw out two hundred and fifty tons of fun.”