Hollywood types, eh?
A big, old-fashioned farce,Deathfollows its predecessors plot note for note.
What unravels is a massive comedy of errors, the biggest of which is a total lack of comedy.
This is an hour-and-a-half of cringe-inducing gags, gaffs and guff.
Did I mention it had Martin Lawrence in?
Talk about the final nail.
Death.has several intertwining plot strands at play, all of which twist, turn and tie themselves into knots.
On the plus side, there is an admittedly impressive all star ensemble cast.
A heady mix of acting talent all spectacularly wasted by director Neil LaBute.
In fairness, LaBute was hamstrung by some terrible miscasting decisions.
The worst offender is Rock himself, who also produced.
Lastly, Danny Glover amuses as the cantankerous Uncle Russell.
But then comes the toilet gag.
And, if that wasnt indignant enough, hes forced into self-parody once again.
Yes, you guessed it.
Im getting too old for this shit!
is customarily uttered through gritted teeth.
Unfortunately, that and the hand-poo gag arent in the same scene.
It would have been a fitting coup de grace.
However, it does lead me on to my conclusion, becauseDeath At A Funeraljust plain stinks.
Rating:
1 out of 5
