Yes, this is the movie where beyond maniac nympho Christina Ricci gets chained up to a radiator by long dormant blues singer now farmer Samuel L Jackson. And after that 'oh my lord, dat black man chained that white woman to said radiator' moment occurs, one might ask, OK, so where do we go from here? Apparently nowhere, cause after Jackson magically exorcises Ricci's demons in all of 4 seconds and in turn she exorcises his demons so he can once again sing the blues, there's nothing left for the characters to do cept eggsist as wacky southerners that were drummed up in Craig Brewer's Kentucky Fried brain
Although it was nice to ogle at Ricci's skin and (getting) bone(d), I think her character woulda been best left off the Black Snake team. Why? Cause a much better movie coulda solely been built around Jackson's righteous Lazarus, without all of Ricci's strumpet issues standing in the way. Hell, I'll go on record and 8-track as saying that this is SLJ's bestest character since his last righteous character took to the pulpit, Jules Winnfield from Pulp Fiction
While I was no big fan of Hustle & Flow [TWS.org sortaish review], there's a lot more heart and soul goings on there then there is here. One does have to admire Brewer for going down the underused Southern Gothic road setting, but if his next film is about a Louisana janitor who unearths an accordion and then realizes that tits his life's destiny to become king of Zydeco, don't you know that you can count me out
Unsatisfied with this? Watch the Adventures In Babysitting crew sing the blues!!
Possible Porno Name: Black Cock Moan
Apt MPupil3: the title track by Blind Lemon Jefferson, SLJ, and many others over at Pre-War Blues
John Grisham's Jizzum (aka Verdict): Sum Merit But No Stinkin Badges
