Confessionsofa Ex-Doofus-ItchyFooted Mutha
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If it sounds a little like I'm vamping to avoid discussing his new offering, you're right. For I hate to have to knock a revered icon for what is likely to serve as his swan song. The principal problem with Confessionsofa Ex-Doofus-ItchyFooted Mutha is that Melvin decided to play himself in this semi-autobiographical vanity pic covering critical events in his life from his formative years through middle age.
It's simply impossible to buy the idea of a graying septuagenarian as a teenager in the bloom of youth, whether he's rolling in the hay with a buxom, barely-legal babe or just hanging out with hustlers on the streets of Harlem. Yes, Mr. Van Peebles throws himself into the role with an admirable gusto for a geezer, but in the end this patchwork quilt of slapdash sketches is less a fully fleshed-out cinematic concept, than a mediocre piece of performance art.
Sorry, I simply can't recommend this impressionistic bio-pic
in good conscience, even if the subject is a worthy ex-doofus-itchyfooted
Confessions of a
Ex-Doofus-ItchyFooted Mutha (Graphic Novel)
by Melvin Van Peebles
Paperback: 72 pages
Nearly forty years after breaking his way into
public consciousness, the indefatigable godfather of African
American cinema presents a graphic novel version of his latest
film (of the same name). Beholden to no one but himself, Melvin
Van Peebles vividly brings the big screen alive on the printed
page in this delicious romp about a soul-searching globetrotter.
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