This one-joke wonder of an over-privileged
white teen who tries to channel his inner
Tupac with fresh gansta gear and a
gyrating high-pitched voice spewing street
lingo nonsense is mad wack as Malibus
least wanted. Jamie Kennedy, with
his own lame-brained reality show on the
WB, stars as the ridiculous homie wannabe
whose governor-to-be father is
embarrassed by his inexplicable reluctance
to pose as a player. The patriarch of the
incredibly dysfunctional family hires two
black classically schooled, well-spoken
actors in Dockers and Keds to simulate
ghetto life in order to scare the "black" out
of the little Eminem that could. Despite the
good intentions of proving that gangsta life
is more than skin color deep, director John
Whitesellof See Spot
Runshould quit frontin as bein off
the hinges so his posse in the audience
wont be dissed by this hizzy fashizzle.