Norbit Movie Review
I found a lemon at the back of the fridge the other day that, judging by its somewhat distressed form, had gone unattended since the last of the Christmas cocktails were shaken. Not content with merely turning brown, it had further evolved into a charming white foam laced with flecks of green. Picking it up, putting it in the bin and spending the next hour cleaning the fridge was an infinitely more pleasurable experience than watching Norbit. Given the choice, I would probably eat it rather than sit through another viewing of this abomination.
A life sucking comedy of highly dubious intent, with a script that wasn't so much written as crapped out by lobotomised monkeys, it sees Murphy take on his customary multiple roles, beginning with an elderly Chinese man who runs an orphanage where a baby is dumped in the Ď60s. That baby grows up to be Norbit (Murphy again) a put upon weakling who is terrorised by Murphyís third incarnation, Rasputia, his monstrous wife. Sheís really, really fat, see. And thatís it. Thatís the joke.
Other than that, I'm afraid I'm struggling to tell you much more about what's supposed to be happening in between a tedious assault of crude, witless or downright offensive attempted jokes. It's not that the story is thin - there simply isn't one. What passes for plot points include Norbitís childhood sweetheart (Newton) returning to the town with her no good fiancť (Gooding, not even embarrassed), followed by some nonsense involving Rasputiaís gangster brothers trying to turn the orphanage into a titty bar.
Letís try some statistics instead. A full quarter of the audience walked out long before the end. Not one single person laughed, one single time. Someone did make a noise that was kind of an embarrassed sigh, and that was as close as we got. But the fact that it's painfully unfunny soon becomes the least of Norbit's problems however, as the full extent of its staggering levels of racism and misogyny become apparent. So, erm, the makeup is very impressive. And thatís it. And even then, itís only used as a platform to unleash yet more poison.
It's clearly very easy for a bunch of morons to get together and make a movie, but surely there's a modicum of quality control somewhere along the line? Someone in a position of responsibility must have, at some point, watched Norbit and considered it fit to be released. Who was this person and are they still able to hold down a job that doesn't involve animal faeces? In the space of a few weeks, weíve had Epic Movie followed by this rancid filth. Iím not sure I can take much more.