Eddie Murphy had one. Richard Pryor had more than one. Now Martin Lawrence has one. A concert film. (On an underlit stage.) His unmodulated hoarse bellow makes for unpleasant listening, even aside from the content of it. (Brief summary: fuck, shit, dick, pussy, muh-fucker.) He's most amusing when just moving and not speaking. Directed by Thomas Schlamme. (1994) — Duncan Shepherd
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