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IN SHORT: As funny as it is rude and crude ... and that is very rude and crude, indeed! [Rated R for strong sexual content, language and some drug use. 86 minutes] Soul Plane, which attempts to be a black Airplane, succeeds in intent. For every joke, and there are plenty of 'em, there are at least half a dozen four letter words flying all about. Think of Soul Plane as South Park without the musical production numbers and you've got a general idea as to whether or not you'll be able to plant for it. Yes the film may be marketed at the African-American community but any kidlet who listens to rap music is already in the groove for the humor of this flick so that's the last we'll have to say about that. A whole line of twenty something caucasian kidlets shared our theater row and were doubled over for better than ninety percent of the movie. You know where you fit in the demographic but if you're much out of Gen X range and decide to see Soul Plane, attempt to do so in a crowded theater. We can't be sure that the gush of obscenity won't overwhelm any unprepared viewer who chooses to wait for the DVD. Nashawn Wade (Kevin Hart) is a young man who loves his dog and, for love of that mutt, comes into a $100 millions court award. With the aid of his cousin Muggsy (Method Man), Nashawn forms NWA Airlines -- that abbreviation is about as clever as the script gets so if you don't understand the twist you should probably avoid the movie. If you do understand, know also that there's no equivalent attitude tossed around in the script, just jokes. Tons of 'em. Ninety-nine per cent of those jokes are about sex and about the only thing that outnumbers the jokes is the number of four letter words. Yes, we're repeating our self but the point must be emphasized. The language of Soul Plane is not for the faint of heart. Then again our jaw was sore for a full day, between hanging open for at least an hour and battling the muscular reflex telling it to shut so we could gulp down some air between guffaws. NWA has its own terminal in Los Angeles and one, bright purple double level jet, all tricked out with hot tubs, a disco, and plush leather seats wide enough to fit any passenger who carries a three hundred pound load. That's the upper class section. Lower class, where the Hunkee (pronounced "honkey") family are ticketed after being bumped off a different airline's flight, features pay-per-use overhead lockers and seating that seems to have been purchased at various auction sales. Elvis Hunkee (Tom Arnold) is lugging the potential new wife (Missi Pyle) and kidlets Billy and Heather (Ryan Pinkston and Arielle Kebbel) back from a Hawaiian vacation. Young Billy gets into the groove of the ship quickly. Heather is counting the minutes until her eighteenth birthday so she can get wild -- if she can get into the disco. Well, duh. Security guards Jamiqua (Mo'Nique) and Shaniece (Lonni Love) are as attentive as they need to be, especially if a passenger looks like Denzel Washington. Flight attendants are Blanca, Tamika and Flame (Sofia Vergara, Angell Conwell and Gary Anthony Williams). The first two look most excellent in their micro-miniskirt uniforms, the latter wishing he were of a gender that could wear those uniforms, though as a fat gay man he'll get what he can. The only other "gay man" on board is the co-pilot (Godfrey), but that's a joke for the film. Captain Mack (Snoop Dogg) rolls a big one for the maiden flight and its off into the big blue skies for this party plane. We commend sir Dogg for enunciating his lines. There's not much more to report about this kind of comedy. Like Airplane, Soul Plane shoots its gags at you as fast and as furiously as possible. The younger you are the closer you are to the target. On average, a first run movie ticket will run you Ten Bucks. Were Cranky able to set his own price to Soul Plane, he would have paid . . . $6.00For those that don't want to figure it out from the history pages on site, we're in our forties and as pale as the day we were born. We laughed. That's all that counts.
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