So now Eddie Murphy's a director and scriptwriter too, in a not very atmospheric conjuration of an after-hours gambling and prostitution house of the 1930s. The direction is plain and pedestrian, not at all flashy, but that fits in with the period. The script (ahead of which we always seem to be one step) would be several pounds lighter, and with no loss of wit, if it shook out all the "f" words. The tone, in both departments, is maddeningly fickle, going along being tough and cool and then plummeting into the lowest of comedy. With Richard Pryor, Redd Foxx, Della Reese, Michael Lerner, Danny Aiello, and Murphy. (1989) — Duncan Shepherd
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