Man, this type of role is really out of pocket for Eddie Murphy. He isn't funny, and he isn't particularly interesting.

It's repugnant for its dehumanizing view (however unintentionally so) of a black man, and repugnant for its emptying-out of one of the great black performers of the time into a sanitized symbol of acceptable blackness.

After helming this, an episode of Roots and Best Picture-winner Driving Miss Daisy, Beresford should be forced to join 'Subservient Cinematic Negroes Anonymous.'

This is the film is not only the comeback that Eddie Murphy needed but the comeback he deserved.