Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood
A hair-raising spoof of the Hood film genre, which can still be taken seriously
Ashtray's mother sends him back to his father in the Ghetto in LA, so that the young man will finally grow up. Then she vanishes from the plot because there are "no positive black women in these films".
Together with his old friends, his totally screwy cousin Loc Doc, Crazy Legs, proud of his golden hubcaps, and black nationalist Preach, he hangs around the neighbourhood. First he goes to Toothpick's backyard party, who has just been released from prison. There he meets attractive Dashiki, who has collected more children of every culture than she could possibly have given birth to in her short life.
Despite all the warnings Ashtray spends a – very unusual – night in the beauty's bed and in front of her refrigerator, and finds out what it is like to get a girl, who is always being left in the lurch, excited. Of course, the trigger-happy residents turn every personal story into a race against bullets...
Unfortunately, with time innovations seem to run out, and things become clichéd. In contrast, films which deviate from the norm, like Allison Anders' Mi vida loca - My Crazy Life about young Latinas, or the subtle struggle of 12-year-old Fresh against all the gangs in his neighbourhood were not very successfully marketed. And so the time is right for a parody.
Although in places the style seems to come straight from the Zucker-Abraham-Zucker stable, Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood takes the problems which led to the parodied films more seriously than, say, High School High, but on a completely different level, of course. Rather than weeping there is laughter, and in some circumstances some of the messages can come through a lot clearer in this roundabout way, than by means of fatalistic drama. There is also a postman, Keenen Ivory Wayans who, in a running cameo, always delivers the message to the audience at the appropriate time. But he does not quite understand the message in the title, which is quite obvious, right...?
There is laughter non-stop, even if an audience, like the German one, will not get all the jokes, as parodied films such as Dead Presidents or Higher Learning should be familiar only to avid watchers of videos. It is still a surprise for Don't Be a Menace... to have found its way into German cinemas. In May '96 we quoted Mercury, who distributed the soundtrack in Germany, as saying that this film would have about as much success in Germany as German films like Karniggels might in America. But not-so film-literate audiences are not left high and dry: the gags are such that one can enjoy them, even if one doesn't always understand what they allude to. Even the jokes, which were more successfully played out in other films such as Clueless or Hot Shots, have already found a wider audience.
The serious backdrop, luckily, does not vanish in slapstick. When the dust settles in the morning in the neighbourhood and the youths are let out again, having been arrested for being black on a Friday, there is still an element of social critique. Or when the name of rapper/actor Tupac Shakur appears, already checked off next to Michael Jackson and OJ Simpson on the hit-list of "the (white) man" who wants to destroy the lives of black celebrities. At the time this film was made, Shakur was in trouble, but has since then been murdered.
Naked Gun slapstick, without detracting from the content – great!
ki, Berlin
picture ©: Kinowelt
copyright: Queer View, August 19, 1997