Originally Posted by Portlantis
Yeah, that's about it. Plus some sort of conspiracy involving perpetual energy, covert experiments on Iraqi war vets and Kevin Smith in laughably unconvincing old-man makeup.
There is no coherent narrative, and all the characters and situations are beyond batshit insane. The dialogue is so laughably absurd that I can't help but think it was intentionally meant to be that way. When I finished the movie, I couldn't tell whether I had just seen a masterpiece or a fiasco. But whatever it was, it was mesmerizing.
All Redd [Foxx] did all day was coke, grass and ****. . .
So our first network taping, name in big letters right on the set, Redd doesn't arrive at curtain call.
I go back to his dressing room, all I see is the girl doing his hair is sitting on him.
So I see her body, her dress, and his legs.
I say, Redd, don't you know we're on camera?
Redd sticks his head up from between the hairdresser's legs and asks indignantly. . .
"Can't a man relax?"
- Bob Einstein