It’s Angie you feel most sorry for. This is one of the few times I’ve ever seen an actor almost upstage a master director just by turning the temperature down on her performance. Mr. Lee was making a social tragedy. Ms. Sciorra’s starring in a more private one. Her passion — which in one devastating sequence is nearly beaten out of her — departs from all the bigger, louder acting around her.
The movie packs in a hallucinatory visit to “the Trump Towers of crack dens,” clunky depositions on colorism, the most alarming final shot in film history, and a whole lotta scenery-gnawing supporting performances, both bad—Anthony Quinn, as the father of Sideshow Bob–haired John Turturro—and good—Samuel L. Jackson’s sniveling addict Gator.
It’s an idea movie more than a love story, so it can be forgiven for the leads’ lack of chemistry, and for Lee’s long detours with Flipper’s drug-addicted brother (a just-out-of-rehab Samuel L. Jackson), whose personal fever is only different than Flipper’s in the particulars, Lee implies. Less forgivable is Lee’s typical clumsiness depicting Italian-Americans (see also: Son of Sam) and the overwrought score by Terence Blanchard that drowns every scene in sentiment.
Spike Lee weaves a unique tapestry of characters that are interconnected through their family and prejudices. Lee shows us that even though our skin is different we still go through the same struggles and feel the same way. If at times it feels absurd that is because it is a reflection of society and offers us the chance to better ourselves through understanding whether we want to listen or not.
I found myself watching "Jungle Fever" on TV1000 last night, and I have to say this movie doesn't wear well with age. All that hostility worked well in "Do The Right Thing," but comes up flat in what is essentially a melodrama. The dialog seemed pathetically contrived, especially in the office scenes, and the characters rarely rise above caricatures. Probably his weakest movie.
I'm starting to see why people find Spike Lee a little overwrought, this film somewhat tumbles into what seems like a starter-fifth business. These two must cheat on each other, completely against their characters, so that we can comment on what it means to be in an inter-racial relationship in the 90s. Well. I mean it was certainly interesting and left me with lots of think about. Great actors in great rolls. But.
Damn... I was going to give this movie 5 stars but the horrible ending scene just ruined it for me. I mean, what the fuck was that all about? I guess it goes to show you how just 10 seconds can ruin an entire film for you. Otherwise, a excellent film that feels like a Spike Lee interpretation Almodovar and Woody Allen.
Aquí el racismo parece ser la obstrucción principal para que toda una sociedad no se desarrolle. Lee crea a personajes que cohabitan con el racismo, porque son víctimas y/o porque lo practican, y es eso en cierta forma los que los retrasa. En la historia, cualquier deseo o gesto de aspiración (un amor interracial o salir de una comunidad) será enterrada por la distinción de razas, que de paso instituye más prejuicios
JF tries to make a point beyond its"forbidden"lovestory between an unfaithful husband and a co-worker, by pushing the themes of race, family and ambition through extremely emotional characters.This works 50/50.The characters are more like stereotypes of how society has made them and they are more black and white than the casts skin-tones,but its a well paced movie with brilliant acting and bold"orange"cinematography.