Buy the ticket, sit down, watch the previews, and then kick back for the opening credits. If you are in CA, you have already gotten your money's worth ($5.50 (not in the SF area...$8.50 here)). If you are elsewhere, you may have to stay for at least the first half of the movie. Many things are unchanged from the first movie. Richard Roundtree is still John Shaft, the black private dick who's a sex machine to all the chicks. Already we have a winner. Now comes the coup de grace: Samuel L Jackson (see also BadAss) is ALSO John Shaft, a complicated man, and no one understands HIM but his woman. John "Samuel" Shaft is John "Richard" Shaft's nephew! Good mood, good theme song, good Samuel L Jackson talking shit to the bad guys.

All in all, it's not a summer movie. Shit does not blow up, and there are zero, count 'em, zero (0) aliens. It is, however, the feel-good hit of the new milennium. OK, not really, but I've wanted to say that for quite a while.


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