Clay Cane is a New York City-based writer who is recognized for his contributions in journalism. Clay is a regular contributor for various print and online publications such as The Advocate and BET.com. He is the author of the highly anticipated novel Ball-Shaped World, which is a fictionalized account of the black and Latino ballroom scene. Also, he is the Entertainment Editor at BET.com and a member of New York Film Critics Online. He can be reached at claycane@gmail.com.


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    Thursday, March 15, 2007

    I think I still love Chris Rock. I stress—I think. The moment I heard I Think I Love My Life was written and directed by comic icon Chris Rock I said—oh Lawd…Rock’s stand-up comedy is absolutely flawless, but he is one of the few comedians who is legendary for stand-up and has never been able to transition to film. We all remember debacles like Bad Company and Head of State—Chris has even said , “My movies don’t do well!” However, Chris knows his strong points like talk shows (The Chris Rock Show), HBO specials (Bigger & Blacker, Never Scared) and even television (Everybody Hates Chris). Chris Rock is the funniest man in America—in my opinion he easily eclipses the geniuses before him like Eddie Murphy and Richard Pryor.

    I Think I Love My Wife is the story of a sexually frustrated and amazingly bored husband, Richard Cooper (Chris Rock). He is exhausted by the monotony of married life—kids, work, therapy, predictable conversations and the everyday redundancy of his nine to five job. His wife, Brenda (Gina Torres: Alias, The Shield), is content in their bland as tap water world and doesn’t mind the lack of sex or intimacy. Along comes Nikki Tru played by Kerry Washington who is Richard’s ex-girlfriend that he is still infatuated with. She wears sexy panties, has a long weave, bosoms are exploding out of her Carrie Bradshaw-ish unrealistic outfits, her face is beat so viciously with make-up that she looks like a 3 a.m. drag queen at Esculetiabasically every straight man’s dream and none of the women who exist in New York City. Kerry Washington looked absolutely stunning in The Last King of Scotland when she wasn't suppose to be "sexy"--in this film she resembled a character from Booty Call or The Player's Club.

    Predictable chaos ensues when Nikki Tru (that name really wears me out!) comes back in Richard’s life—guess the rest…Nikki and Richard have mishaps, Richard puts his family at risk and some of the most unrealistic scenarios occur that even a camp-fest John Waters film couldn’t pull off. For example, the movie reaches asinine heights of foolishness with Richard taking a daytrip, which is a flight to D.C., to help Nikki Tru move out of her boyfriend’s house. Rock gets bashed and attacked yet still wants to be with Nikki Tru. Let’s not forget the last scene where Rock and his wife breakout into song, singing a remixed version of Rick James and Teena Marie “Fire & Desire” with them wailing, “Why don’t we fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck anymore?It was even worse than the movie version of Rent singing, “My TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT-cell count is low!”

    Even though this is a comedy there should be some emotional investment in the characters. However, I was more interested in how Washington’s makeup job was so poorly done that her pores resembled potholes on the streets of North Philadelphia (I must add when I interviewed Washington in person she was as fine as the great gimson weed blowing in an 1822 North Carolina musty wind!). Washington is the stereotypical over-thirty whore who is attempting to break-up marriages while Rock is the bland corporate fool who falls for the temptress. Their relationship was the most uninteresting part of the film, but yet the main plotline.

    As I was watching the movie, I said to myself—now what is making me sit here and venture through the entire 94 minutes? Maybe it’s Rock’s directing? No! Rock’s attempt at directing was as off-balanced as Heather Mills McCartney up and coming stint on Dancing with the Stars. The film moved forward like it was walking on one leg, bobbling back and forth between foolishness and extra foolishness, never seeming to take off. I Think I Love My Wife has about as much plot and substance as a Jennifer Lopez marriage.

    With all that said if you are looking to see thought-provoking commentary on marriage then this is not your movie. However, if you are looking to have a senseless laugh at portions of the movie that would’ve worked even better in Rock’s stand-up then by all means by an advanced ticket!

    Rock is still hilarious! His jokes on race, what all black folks eventually talk about, using the word “nigga”, hip-hop, being in the club, sexuality and so much more—are excellent. Rock has a way of capturing the everyday conversations of people, causing you to see reflections of yourself and your own circle. I was laughing out loud with the rest of the audience, but we all fell into simultaneous android mode when the filmed tried to have a plot. Nonetheless, the movie is still funny and loads better than Rock’s other catastrophes.

    Lower your expectations to Tyler Perry low and you will have a great time watching I Think I Love My Wife, but you could quite easily wait till it comes out on DVD and borrow it from a friend.

    Because I laughed so hard I give it a solid 3/5.

    I think I still love Chris Rock.
    I Think I Love My Wife opens in theatres nationwide tomorrow, March 16th.

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