For some reason Grandma J was hell bent on seeing this movie. She did ponder seeing the Hannah Banana movie, but thought is was probably too juvenile....you know like the TV show or that other one....Zack and Cody. But a very knowledgeable blogger (MV where's your blog) assured Grandma J that it wasn't half bad...and actually quite good.
Someone suggested that maybe Grandma J should try a little chick flick starring Matthew McConaughey. Then another blogger said they saw Ghosts of Girlfriends Past and even though it was predictable, they liked it.
So, off to the movies it was! And because I had a generous gift card, I invited
He was so excited, that he forgot we were going out in public......and neglected to get fully dressed. Silly boy!
We got our popcorn, and nabbed our usual front row seat so we could put our feet up on the rail. I want to take a moment to thank the kind Soldier who offered to take our picture, even though he was on a date. Grandma J is always amazed the way perfect strangers are so friendly and willing to reach out.
Now for the movie....
It starts with a perpetually stoned NDA (Next Day Air) courier, delivers a parcel to the wrong apartment in a seedy part of Philadelphia. The small time hustlers (Mike Epps and Wood Harris), who sign for it immediately contact the cousin of one of theirs to sell the drugs.
Meanwhile, the Mexican drug kingpin, is constantly calling the intended recipient, a Puerto Rican thug and his GF ( Cisco Reyes and Yasmin Delez) asking if they received the box. They innocently insist they haven't received it, and when the drug lord tells them that he tracked it and it was signed for....they decide to track down the package themselves.
Now, the small time hustlers are in the process of finalizing their deal....drugs for money...but oops!
Their thug neighbor shows up with the Mexican drug kingpin and his sidekick.
Can you say, ay chihuahua?
The rest is predictable. No surprises at all throughout the movie.
The movie didn't shake Grandma J's tree at all. Comedy? bleh....not really funny enough to be classified as a comedy. Bad language? Ummm more than necessary and it got a bit boring except for the girlfriend, who was funny.
Grandma J wasn't impressed with this low budget attempt at being a racy version of Tyler Perry light...or whatever it tried to be.