Where does an out-of-work-rapper-turned-business-mogul turn when the entertainment industry is moving on without him? Taking a hint from Ice Cube, Master P steps into the world of kids’ movies. Although the film doesn’t come out on DVD until June 26th of this year, Uncle P was actually filmed in 2003, two years before the superior Are We There Yet?, so perhaps Ice Cube actually took a hint from Master P, albeit learning from the mistakes of the earlier film. After a thorough viewing it’s no surprise Uncle P sat on the shelf for several years until New Line picked it up for straight-to-video distribution.
In Uncle P, a multi-millionaire rap star, I mean “entertainer”, I mean “business man”, is forced to leave his business and head to California to watch his sister’s kids after she ends up in the hospital due to stress. The title character is played by none other than P. Miller himself, better known as Master P. When Uncle P arrives to meet his estranged sister’s kids he finds that his oldest niece is insecure and ignored by the boys at her new high school, his nephew (played by his real-life son Romeo) is pushed around by bullies, and his youngest niece is a chronic pants-wetter. Cavalierly tossing out one-liners, and ending most sentences with “ya heard?” Uncle P sets out to make everything right, in his own P way.
Overcompensating for a lack of cohesive narrative, screenwriter Dallas Jackson tosses in several side story-lines in order to eat up the 88 minute feature length of the film. But the three wannabe band girls (the self-named “Three Times Luscious”) are more of an annoying distraction than a clever addition to the film. Much like P. Miller’s girlfriend in the film, the story-line involving said girlfriend isn’t given enough attention and ends up feeling forced and cliche.
The parts that really work in the film are the all-too-brief cameos made by several familiar faces. Cheech Marin shows up for a few key scenes and almost steals the film as a local chop-shop owner named Juan who pimps out P. Miller’s rented Impala. Another funny cameo is made by Tony Cox (Me, Myself, and Irene, Bad Santa) appearing for a few one liners as a brain surgeon. Also, the foul-mouthed bus driver, who has a few bleeped out jokes, makes a strong showing in an ongoing beef with the Miller’s dwarf neighbor, who is inexplicably constantly watering his lawn while his wife lays in a bikini in a lawn chair behind him.
With strong emphasis on not using money to define yourself, while simultaneously advertising the P.Miller brand prominently in the costumes of every character in the film and impressing the school kids by dropping the kids off in a stretch limo, Uncle P comes off a bit contradictory. Also, McDonald’s clearly dropped some marketing dough on this film, as the characters excitedly eat take out from the fast food giant a few times in the course of the picture.
In a disjointed cross between Friday and Full House, Uncle P is a heavy handed pseudo-sentimental attempt at family values and life lessons executively produced by the man who made you say “Ughhhh! na na na na.” Unfortunately, it just left me saying “Ugh!”
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4 users commented in " DVD Review: Uncle P "
Follow-up comment rss or Leave a TrackbackZach, it’s a shame you can’t appreciate the postive messages and images being communicated in this family film. In fact it’s quite disturbing that with all the negative film and tv programming bombarding our children on a daily that you would take the time to “HATE” on something that encourgaes positive morales, family, and love. It’s quite clear you have never written or produced a movie and can never appreciate the time Master P took in financing a film that counters all of the negative images in hip-hop and music today. I undersatnd being a critic when you have no talent but to take a swipe at the creators of the movie goes beyond personal when this movie was obviously made for kids, not you. Oh, and by the way i have sold a dozen screenplays to almost every studio in town… a fete not accomplshed by many writers albeit black american film writers like myself… maybe we can meet face to face and I can tell you about some of them, I’ll bring Master P too… I’m sure he’d love to make you say “uggggh…. owwwww ouch!!”
Dallas Jackson… the writer of “Uncle P”.
To: dallas jackson
If you ARE, in fact, Dallas Jackson, you’ve got some growing up to do. A critique is a critique is a critique. Unless something was confusing to the critic, you’ve got no rights to defend or explain your work. That is the nature of public domain and the american way. It’s called freedom of speech.
Second, your work, if it so great, should attract an audience without your help. It should sell itself and stand on its own.
Third, a well-made children’s film should properly entertain both the children AND the adults, being responsible adults, watching the film with their children. An example of this that comes to mind is Shrek. Saying that the movie is “obviously made for kids, not you” is a copout to poor workmanship. It belittles the audience you created the content for, thinking them too ignorant to sense shoddy quality on some level or another, and it perpetuates the notion that ANYONE wants to see this sort of work in the first place. It is only the power of marketing that creates the demand for a screenplay of this calibre.
Fourth, I don’t know what sort of “black american film writer” writes screenplays for children, and incites assault on a perfect stranger (”I’ll bring Master P too… I’m sure he’d love to make you say “uggggh…. owwwww ouch!!”), but I certainly would not want them in my neighborhood. Come to think of it, what in the world does being a “black american” have to do with your work or your “fete” being accomplished. I can understand pride, but why should I care if you are a black american if I am criticizing your work? Should I congratulate you for being a black american, selling so many screenplays? No. You are not special. We are all equal. And if you think you are doing a great service to America by being a “black american film writer”, we’ve got a greater need for black american engineers and black american entrepreneurs in America. There is no sneer in that comment, by the way. No ego or snide remark there. Just a statement.
Lastly, I have really tried to check my spelling while writing this to you. This I have done as a show of respect, both to you and myself. Sometimes this shows that a message was thought out before being delivered and should be taken seriously. Have a good day and try not to get bent out of shape when folks have an opinion.
I’m ghey and write shitting screenplays and then come bash reviewers like I’m 6. I claim to sell lots of my shitty work, but so far I’ve only sold them to illiterate producers.
You guys missed the point of this movie. It was actually a competition between my son and I to see who actually had the worst acting skills. Unfortunately, I spent the $413 I had left from my one hit and now only get to check the internet from the public library so you don’t need to respond.
Oh, and I’ve heard from all three people that bought my movie that the annoying-as-shit 6 year-old actually won the contest. Ya heard?
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