A cool project in which you can hear the word “nigger” 100 times in each episode. In our censorship-ridden times, this fact alone is relegated to full achievement.
An elderly African-American, cunning and abusive BLM ideas, and his two grandchildren (a left-wing radical Afrocentrist and a keen prick from Rayon)
Somehow, a small world of black karate masters managed to stay out of the big (at least) international scandals. Unlike most satirical competitors, black guys ridicule the more fundamental vices of society, or, in extreme cases, types, and only occasionally descend to specific individuals.
The first couple of seasons seemed much better. At the end of season 4, the ghetto reopens with full force. The third is probably the most passable due to the binding to individual characters and personalities.
It is difficult to say what is missing here. There is also a strange combat karate layer, in which many characters try to resolve differences. There's a black racist who worships white people. The banter on the banking system, mobile surveillance, and the black community itself, which refused to fight for equality for all and agreed to play its proposed role in society (which is worth the series about BET, Stinkminer or rappers).
Still, we can say with confidence that everywhere a little did not trust or, conversely, oversalted. From this the whole series as a whole has an uneven impression. Very good, but it could have been much better.