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DysFUNKtional Family
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| Starring: |
Eddie Griffin |
| Directed by: |
George Gallo |
| Written by: |
Eddie Griffin |
| Distributed by: |
Miramax Films |
| Rated R: |
For extreme profanity and some nudity |
Eddie Griffin returns to the big screen attempting to follow in the footsteps
of classic comedian stand-up specials such as “Live in Concert”, “Raw”,
“You So Crazy” and “Himself” with his own “DysFUNKtional
Family.”
DysFUNKtional Family tries to combine the stand-up of Eddie Griffin with
the outrageousness of his close family members. The problem, however,
is that outside of a few jokes, it is terribly unfunny. The idea, while
not wholly original, is creative and could have been channeled into a
drastically better comedic vehicle.
DysFUNKtional introduces us to Eddie Griffin’s actual family through
interviews while Eddie simultaneously describes his
family members to a Kansas City audience. Eddie sets them up with his
verbose, pop-eyed style as they then are supposed to outlive their descriptions.
There is his crazy mother who tried to run him over with a car, an Uncle
Bucky who has been in and out of prison most of his life as well as Uncle
Curtis whose favorite pastime is not only watching pornography but starring
in them as well. The film’s problem becomes evident after all the family
members introductions; DyFUNKtional Family meanders around with very little
bits of Eddie’s family and dissolves into an over-the top Eddie Griffin
comedy hour. I longed for less of Eddie and more of the family interviews.
Either the director, George Gallo and editor Michael Miller had a few
drinks in the editing room or there was not enough footage because DysFUNKtional
misses out on what should have been the actual comedic focus of the film.
Eddie does get
in a few guffaws such as revealing his love of giving oral sex and his
first experimentation with drugs. Eventually, I grew bored with DysFUNKtional
Family. This may stem from the fact that while he may have been a
humorous guy on “Malcolm & Eddie” or do a spot on impression of Sammy
Davis Jr., he has neither the caustic wit nor savvy observations nor vivid
storytelling abilities of the aforementioned Richard Pryor, Eddie Murphy,
Martin Lawrence, or Bill Cosby. Even in comparison to more recent contemporaries
such as Chris Rock or the Kings of Comedy, Eddie’s material lacks the
same level of mirthfulness. Eventually he resorts to truly low brow humor
towards the end of the film. Indeed, my observations proved true as a
misplaced camera shot revealed a few men yawning uninhibitedly during
his concert. For a true chuckle, rent Dave Chappelle’s “Killin’ Them Softly.”
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