This was strait out of racist stereotypical pass at humor playbook. I Had to turn it off. I liked him better when he was a landlord it made me smile, but after the ludacris sentencing, his sad but panic state of living in a crappy apartment was a joke (but not in the funny kind of way). Every one in the movie talked about being broke and poor but none talked about a job. Sounds like a movie for a communist. If one has ever rented an apartment they'll quickly realize this story makes zero sense. Pesci & Gardenia tried but the screen play failed them.
Review of The Super
