On the whole, less dumb than I expected, particularly after the first half-hour (which reminded me the South Park mormon song, “Dumb dumb dumb dumb”). But what’s infuriating is that you can see, from the details and the dialogues (well, those of supporting actors), that this movie was conceived by people far less dumb than the result is. And that they could have made something much better, but just limited themselves with this neo-luddite crap starring the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, out of sheer cynicism. Hurray for Hollywood.

By the way, hearing for the first time Chi McBride’s real voice is a shocker. The choice they made for the Boston Public French version could quite almost be defined as racist.

By the way again, I wouldn’t mind being told what Will Smith injected to himself as he prepared for Ali, because I’d love to had breasts like these so I can get anyone I want when I go back to Paris.