White Chicks (2004)
written by Xavier Cook, Andy McElfresh, Michael Anthony Snowden, Keenen Ivory Wayans, Marlon Wayans, and Shawn Wayans
from a story by Keenen Ivory Wayans, Marlon Wayans, and Shawn Wayans
directed by Keenen Ivory Wayans
Yep, I have no excuse. I sat down in front of the TV one night, tired of the whole Donald Trump/Hillary Clinton media circus, and said I want to watch a fun, stupid movie. And the winner was White Chicks.
I didn’t get fun, but I certainly got stupid.
To my credit, let me say that I almost didn’t last the first five minutes, in which undercover FBI brothers Kevin and Marcus (Shawn and Marlon Wayans) try to pass for Latino clerks at a convenience store. Never mind offensive, the whole sequence is just irritating as fuck, with the two comedians shaking maracas and chomping cigars. But I kept on going, mainly because I wanted to see if the eventual sendup of white privilege, as the black agents disguise themselves as billionaire heiresses, would pay off.
It really doesn’t. And the truth is, the movie is way too silly in its broad lowest common denominator comedy (and I use the term very loosely) to even come across as borderline outrageous. However, I did laugh at the scene where footballer Terry Crews attempts to woo Marcus’ “white girl” by singing Vanessa Carlton’s A Thousand Miles. Much, much better than another Trump/Clinton debate.
Carlos I. Cuevas