I'm writing this in absolute disbelief how the main review that showed up on this page is absolutely asinine. I honestly thought for a moment that Al Sharpton himself decided that being a robot trying to destroy a festival wasn't satisfying enough to his ever-shrinking heart. But seriously, the reviewer gave it a 1-star, and went on to talk about how it was down right offensive and about nothing other than money, hoes, and weed.
This is the kind of thing that makes me upset, they had a multitude of rap and hip hop icons working neck and neck with the animators and the writing team. This entire show was supposed to be a tribute to an insane event that happened once a year. Not to be taken seriously by anybody, and to say the only intelligent female throughout, who is based off Oprah, that's just ridiculous. But then again I can tell you the reviewer who caused me to write this also was an extra in the movie itself. At one point Big Uzi is diving into a sea of gyrating asses. This was Jamais Jochim's acting debut in all it's gyrating glory.
This country we live in is a complete culture pit, and I think only when we strip off our pride and really destroy ourselves for comedic benefit is when progress from hundred year old grudges might actually happen.
But then again, titties, money, hoes.
Word out.
This is the kind of thing that makes me upset, they had a multitude of rap and hip hop icons working neck and neck with the animators and the writing team. This entire show was supposed to be a tribute to an insane event that happened once a year. Not to be taken seriously by anybody, and to say the only intelligent female throughout, who is based off Oprah, that's just ridiculous. But then again I can tell you the reviewer who caused me to write this also was an extra in the movie itself. At one point Big Uzi is diving into a sea of gyrating asses. This was Jamais Jochim's acting debut in all it's gyrating glory.
This country we live in is a complete culture pit, and I think only when we strip off our pride and really destroy ourselves for comedic benefit is when progress from hundred year old grudges might actually happen.
But then again, titties, money, hoes.
Word out.
