He was the stereotypical African dictator, after all a military thug who used swagger and black nationalism to secure power.

Downey as Sasquatch is, of course, ridiculous on its face, and he had me giggling from the word “go”

The exploitation era of the 1970s, a time of non-existent budgets, wooden acting, and lurid, melodramatic plot turns…

There’s a mad brilliance to Brian Cook’s Colour Me Kubrick, and although I’m not sure if what I’ve seen constitutes great art, it sure as hell stands as fine entertainment; a movie so true to its insane vision that it achieves a defiant nobility.

Women will steal your soul, brother, and salvation will never be possible so long as they have hips to shake, and lips to pucker.

As practiced in Africa, it is so horrific and sadistic that not even the most devout cultural relativist could defend it.

In all, a movie that is sassy, serious, and one of the few assessments of adult relationships that doesn’t insist that a one-liner will save the day.