Richard Pryor did it. Eddie Murphy did it.
Martin Lawrence did it. And now Eddie
Griffin unfortunately thinks its his turn to
put on a rude and crude comedy concert
with vulgar topics and talk to offend
moviegoers and auditorium audiences
alike. The King of Comedic Crassness
re-teams with director George Gallo to
film his stand-up shtick about the porn,
pimps and prison inmates that make up
his home sweet home, using home
footage and family interviews to cut in
between his on-stage oration. And if
spewing racist slurs that are book-ended
by the "f" and "n" words to describe his
flawed family arent torturous enough,
viewers must endure tasteless jokes
about belt beatings and heroin-induced
hallucinations during the 82 minutes of
this dysfunctional film.