Dolemite is his name, and Eddie Murphy is game to take on the role of the famous blaxpoitation star Rudy Ray Moore. Murphy is set to star in the Netflix biopic Dolemite is My Name, which will chronicle the life of the star of the blaxploitation Dolemite films.
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It’s a crazy, mixed up world and we are thankful for movies, excluding The Tooth Fairy starring The Rock, that offer proof. /Film’s Weekend Weirdness examines such flicks, whether in the form of a new trailer for a provocative indie, a mini review, or an interview.
It’s rare when the marketing campaign for an indie movie has a celebratory feel, clearly organized by a team as psyched on the feature as they hope the recipient will be. Soon after learning of Black Dynamite last year, several packages arrived at my home/office in correlation with its theatrical release. They contained quality tees—one read “Fight Smack In The Orphanage” in bold-ass white-on-black CAPS—along with a high concept soundtrack and a media kit ribboned and accented with a syringe pen. For months thereafter, director and co-writer Scott Sanders seemed to personally and tirelessly push Dynamite to every white sucka on Internet Geek Street. It was admirable, considering that his second feature film was indeed a pretty fun, meticulously designed hat tip to the Afro-Fu era of Dolemite.
The film is also a stable showcase for Sanders’s pal Michael Jai White (Spawn, The Dark Knight) to launch a renewed case for chiseled action stardom, and a welcome invite for underseen talents like Tommy Davidson and Arsenio Hall to get retarded. Oh, and if you ever wondered about the true origin of chicken and waffles? That’s in there too. During an absurd week that saw oversensitive Twitterers erupt over the existence of soul food, what better film and DVD to welcome Black History Month? Slashfilm’s Weekend Weirdness asked Sanders a few questions about Dynamite’s future as a CIA agent-cum-VietNam veteran-cum-inner city exterminator of “jive ass” dummies. (Note: NSFW movie stills after the jump.)
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NSFW, Sundays, or her muddah!
Dolemite nÃ© Rudy Ray Moore has returned at the tender age of 71 from “Motherland Africa” where he apparently learned how to conduct and fire laser beams like Raiden from Mortal Kombat. Dive right into the trailer for The Dolemite Explosion, a poppin’ Jacuzzi of nonsense that will wash away Sex and the City‘s 1,001 cougar licks (Gross).
Do you think Rudy Ray Moore even understands the concept of a red band trailer? In your face Retired Dirty Harry! Note the above poster’s use of two taglines, a deadly disco ball on a cane (no big deal), and yes, that’s the Bishop Don Magic Juan. Moore’s blaxploitation sequel is set for release sometime this year, but until then, this trailer is the gift that keeps on giving all summer long.
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Discuss: Thoughts? Who knew that a movie announcer guy rhyming “thugs” and “drugs” could sound so right? Who’s funnier, Rudy or Al Sharpton?