Now this is going to be an F’d up movie. Tracy Morgan, Martin Lawrence, Chris Rock, Danny Glover, and the guy from Step Brothers Stomp the Yard, have all signed on for the remake of Death at a Funeral.
Neil LaBute is directing the Screen Gems release in which a funeral turns into a debacle of misplaced cadavers and family secrets. When things can’t get any worse, a man arrives saying he’s the dead man’s gay lover and threatens blackmail. [THR]
Keep in mind, Neil LaBute (also a theater director of some renown) directed the Nic Cage remake of Wicker Man, and Screen Gems is the most awesomely sh-tty production company in Hollywood (if it has zombies or lesbian mutant ninjas in it, chances are it was a Screen Gems joint). Also, the original Death at a Funeral came out in 2007 and is British (I saw it, it’s okay), so it’s not like it needed to be updated or translated. Think about it: the guy who conceived of Wicker Man un-ironically, translating a film that didn’t need to be translated, to a terrible production company’s conception of what “the urban audience” consists of. I. Cannot. Wait. I’m hoping they change the name to, “Yo, Dawg, Who be Dat Faggot Inda Coffin?”




They do know that this isn’t what they mean when they talk about a black comedy, right?
So this made me wonder, if a black farmer dies, do his homies tip a cow?
You remember when Martin did films that were respectable that DIDN’T embarrass not only him but African-American’s as a culture….yeah me neither.
This was obviously part two of Obama’s gift.
Martin and Tracy filming at a cemetery might make it easier for them to hear Richard Pryor and Flip Wilson spinning in their graves.
This movie is going to launch the new division, Screen Bling.
When things can’t get any worse, a man arrives saying he’s the dead man’s gay lover and threatens blackmail.
Listen, I’m not sure how blackmail in England goes, but usually you won’t get anything out of a family when you threaten to expose to the world that you fucked a dead guy.
Memo to Screen Gems Management: When I scream “DIE DIE DIE” during Madea trailers, this wasn’t what I meant.
The only way I’d watch this movie is if it were a documentary and at the end Martin and Tracy were in a casket.
Oh…and the Tagline would have to say:
Can a Nigga Get A Eulogy?
I hope this will be the Malcolm X of Funeral Movies.
Please cast Meth and Red in this, please?