Lovesusti The Worst Film Ever

Phonearl Good start, but then it gets ruined

CrawlerChunky In truth, there is barely enough story here to make a film.

Voxitype Good films always raise compelling questions, whether the format is fiction or documentary fact.

badheadcontent Is put Space Jam and this in a canon and shoot em into the sun

John Seal Every once in a while a sublimely silly comedy comes along that I simply can't resist. In recent years there's been Let's Go to Prison and The Ringer (Father forgive me, for I have sinned and enjoyed a Johnny Knoxville movie), but in 2001 it was all about Pootie Tang. Lance Crouther headlines as the title character, an African-American ghetto folk hero who speaks in a unique and barely decipherable patois, whilst Chris Rock essays three roles, including that of Pootie's father, who bequeathes a special mojo-laden belt to his son. Years later, corporate boss Dick Lecter (Robert Vaughn) determines to use the Tang family mojo by having our hero endorse products that, intentionally or otherwise, will poison the minds and bodies of African-American youth. When Pootie succumbs to temptation, his mojo is lost, and he becomes a pariah to his people - until he redeems himself and puts The Man in his proper place. Also featuring the wonderful Wanda Sykes as lady of the night and Greek chorus Biggie Shorty, Pootie Tang may be silly, but it isn't dumb.

eeax2 Louis C.K conceived of the story which would become Pootie Tang on Long Island, where man, in the person of a crew of Dutch sailors, was placed "face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder." That was in the spring of 1924. He wrote most of it, though, in a villa above St. Raphaël on the Riviera, with Roman and Romanesque aqueducts within sight, and beneath a skyline that reminded him of Shelley's Eugenean Hills. There was a beach where he swam daily, and came to know a group of young French naval aviators. Otherwise, he worked steadily at what he jokingly spoke of to friends as "a script better than any script written in America." By late October the script was ready to be mailed to Maxwell Perkins, his editor at Scribner's.He knew very well that Pootie Tang was far finer than anything he had attempted before. In April, on the eve of his departure for Europe, he told his limo driver "I cannot let it go out unless it has the very best I am capable of in it or even as I feel sometimes, something better than I am capable of." He would not be alone in that feeling; many would say that the novel possessed the "Fitzgerald" glamor, but also "a kind of mystic atmosphere at times." They may have been remembering C.K's words in that April letter: "So in my new script I'm thrown directly on purely creative work—not trashy imaginings as in my stories but the sustained imagination of a sincere yet radiant world."

tone_e2000 Everyone loves a film which is so bad it's good. However, I have to say - somewhat predictably - this film is just plain bad. I usually like these kind of ridiculous comedies. For example Hollywood Shuffle and I'm Gonna Git You Sucka are both classics in my mind. However, like someone else said on this forum, Pootie Tang really only has one joke and it isn't funny. Throughout the film Pootie speaks in a nonsense language which is because he's too cool for words. Mmmmm... how very funny.I think there was one thing that made me laugh, but to be honest I can't even remember what it was. This film was just a massive disappointment. Controversial as it may be to say this, Chris Rock is rubbish. He seems to have become a parody of himself. I used to think he was great but now I'd prefer to watch Chris Tucker and dare I say it, Martin Lawrence.