Dolemite is my Name
Within the first few moments of Dolemite is My Name, we’re taught how to watch it.
in this raunchy, ribald, expansive and forgiving ode to moviemaking and self-creation,
Eddie Murphy plays the titular comedian with the kind of allout commitment and panache that made him not just a successful comedian, but a huge movie star 30 years ago.
He’s back, baby, in a performance so big and so generous that it virtually busts through the screen.
in that opening scene, a Los angeles record store manager named rudy ray Moore (played by Murphy) is trying to persuade the in-house dj (played with hilarious deadpan by Snoop dogg) to spin an r&b recording he made back in the day; fast-talking, always-jiving, never-not-hustling, Moore is an aspiring entertainer whose eye is on the main chance, whether it’s in pop music or stand-up comedy.
it’s that brazen combination of braggadocio and delusion that powers Dolemite is My
Name, which chronicles Moore’s transformation into the title character, a foulmouthed dandy who seems to have sprung, fully formed, from a vaudeville trunk by way of a Friday night rent party.
Filthy and affectionate, lowdown and fizzily highspirited, Dolemite is My Name pays homage to the business of show at its most disreputable and delectably entertaining. running time: 1 hour, 58 mins.