If I live to be a million and take serious hallucinogenic drugs every day, I would never have imagined the first 25 minutes of this documentary film. Tommy The (Negro) Hip Hop Clown???!!! Clowning and rap and clowning with break dancing and clowning in South Central LA??? God Almighty..... These black kids and their Mummas and jelly tots do everything imaginable except strum a banjo and sing Doo Dah Doo Dah. But then something so out of this all-sorts Minstrel show happens: a kid called Larry. In a spectacular off-the-cuff piece of comedy, imitating and hamming it up for the camera (and having Tommy roll about on his leopard print bedspread, clutching several fluffy tigers) Larry in an inadvertent screen test I hope brings him every possible positive showbiz breaks, absolutely steals the movie. Some one who knows someone, quick! Get this kid a gig in a major film, immediately. His name is Larry! Otherwise, the end credits for the film are the entire movie. Yes I saw another culture for 80 minutes, it was jaw-dropping and funny and sad and clever. Just put Larry into commercial filmdom and RIZE will have been worth it. As for the tubby rainbow clown posse thing, well, yes, if it makes a mark. Good. And I thought THE WARRIORS was bizarre. But as I said in paragraph one..........
