See. It. Now.
As the 2008 election grows nearer, no movie is more timely than Undercover Brother -- the story of an average black crusader against The Man, trying to save the black former-General Presidential candidate from a career running fried chicken restaurants.
Conspiracy Brother: "You know he does have point about that Colonel. I never trusted the Colonel. Slaves cooked that chicken. Aint no white man know anything about herbs and spices and gibblits."
Smart Brother (when Undercover Brother is faced with eating a white bread sandwich with mayo): "if you're ever forced to eat this mayonnaise, simply press the button on this side of the watch. It delivers a rather liberal spritzing of hot sauce. One blast should be enough to make Caucasian food edible. (but, apparently, not german versions of asian food, or, dear God, mexican food)
If you haven't seen it, logon to Netflix and put it at the top of your queue. Not afraid to confront racial stereotypes, from whites' love for the Fresh Prince to blacks' dream of dating a white girl, it faces them all with a sense of humor. While you're at it, order a Nappy Meal from the General's Fried Chicken. It's dumb, but in a smart way. Who can dislike a movie with a character called White She-Devil?
The Boss: "Hell, no man can resist low-interest loans and non-fat lattes forever. And white women."