It’s exciting to see Shyamalan on such confident footing once more, all these years later.
Hot on the heels of “The Naked Gun,” here is another movie designed as a merciless, nonstop satire on the genre that spawned it.
“I’m Gonna Git You Sucka” is a comedy that feeds off the blaxploitation movies, and although, like all good satires, it is cheerfully willing to be offensive, it is almost completely incapable of being funny.
The opening scene: Police cars speed through city streets, their sirens blaring, their lights flashing. They pull up to a vacant lot, where a dead body lies sprawled on the ground. A subtitle reads: ANY GHETTO, U.S.A. A detective gets out of his car and walks toward the scene of the crime. Officers already on the scene inform him that the victim has “OG’d.” That means he overdosed on gold - and, indeed, when the sheet is pulled back, we see that he is a black man covered from head to toes with gold chains.
A day after the funeral, the man’s brother arrives in town. His name is Jack Spade. His mother’s name is Ma Bell. Why do they have different last names? Because this movie will do anything to get a laugh, and has never heard of the First Law of Funny Names, which teaches us that deliberately funny names in the movies are a giveaway sign of desperation at the screenplay level.