Who's Your Caddy Movie Review
Who's Your Caddy? is Hollywood's latest attempt to appeal to black audiences, assuming that blacks have no taste in films whatsoever. Personally, I'd find it rather offensive that Dimension has actually shoveled this lazy film to the big screen and is now expecting returns on the DVD release.
Who's Your Caddy? stars Antwan "Big Boi" Patton, Sherri Shepherd and Faizon Love, among others. Honestly, I had never heard of any of these people before, but I do know one thing, and that's that I never want to see them in a movie again. I'm not a big fan of rap and/or R&B, but I do know a good movie when I see one, and Who's Your Caddy? is anything but. It appears as though director Don Michael Paul put absolutely no effort into making a funny comedy, and instead thought that it'd be enough to slap some random rappers on the screen, show some women shaking their booties (guys, it's PG-13, so don't get your hopes up) and cater to a bunch of ridiculous stereotypes.
The movie is about a rich rapper (Patton) who moves into an estate next to an exclusive golf course and proceeds to test the president of the club (played by a befuddled Jeffrey Jones). The movie basically spends its time showing how cool Patton is, Love farting and making an idiot of himself and uptight white people looking down on their new neighbors. As a white boy, I must admit I actually found the movie a bit insulting at times; do the writers really believe that every white kid wants to act like a rapper? Aside from that, though, the movie rarely succeeds in garnering a laugh, and you really have to wonder whether the writers went on strike before this film actually began production and that a bunch of monkeys wrote it instead. Almost every joke falls flat, and when Paul finally realizes it, he resorts to giving Love plenty of farting scenes to fill out the ending. On top of the writing, the movie lacks tightness, consistency and energy, and it really looks like the "actors" showed up for a few minutes a day, spoke their lines and then bailed after the first take. At one point, Who's Your Caddy? descends into a golf competition, but there is actually no tension or entertainment value to the entire sequence. Think of Happy Gilmore and you'll realize just how much this movie pales in comparison.
To make matters worse, the acting is just dreadful. Patton has no place in movies; he has no screen presence, no acting ability and he looked completely uncomfortable in every scene he was in. Shepherd isn't much better, and her performance reminds me why I shall never, ever watch "The View." The rest of the supporting cast is pretty flatline as well, though I'll admit Love is slightly likable - when he isn't making a complete and utter mockery of himself.
Honestly, people, Who's Your Caddy? is a waste of an hour and a half. The movie looks like it was filmed within that time, it has nothing even remotely clever going for it and it just seems to cement the false stereotype that all white people are stuck up assholes and all black people are playful idiots. I'm going to go watch Happy Gilmore now.
Review by Erik Samdahl unless otherwise indicated.