Maggots
During Snoop's recent guest appearance on The
Daily Show, Jon Stewart predictably asked him
about his new film's title, Bones. You know,
did it refer to the same kind of "bones" that Stewart,
putting his fingers to his lips in a smoking gesture,
had in mind? Sporting a pair of crazy diamond-rimmed
glasses and a sample from his recently launched
clothing line, Snoop was good-natured as always,
leaning way back in the red sofa, his long
skinny legs splayed out in front of him. He smiled
quietly and gave the appropriate answer: the movie is
named after Jimmy Bones, Snoop's character, who spends
most of his time on screen as a ghost, come back to
avenge his brutal murder by associates and supposed
friends. Jimmy also shows up in flashbacks to 1979,
when he's a neighborhood "patron," dressed up in a
pimp suit, sauntering along the sidewalk as folks
young and old wave hello and grasp his hand in
gratitude.
The role suits Snoop Dogg, legendarily amiable and good to his people. Most consumers know Snoop for his
laid-back rap style, his lucrative partnership with
mentor Dr. Dre, or perhaps the headlines that have
kept him in the public eye over the years, including
the uproar over the cover art for his 1993 album
Doggy Style, or the congressional hearings on
"rap music" that singled out Snoop's "explicit"
lyrics. Maybe they recall his arrest and trial for
murder in 1994, his defection from Suge Knight's Death
Row for Master P's No Limit, and most recently, his 18
October bust for marijuana possession while on his
Puff, Puff, Pass Tour bus. But Snoop, nee Calvin
Broadus, has also been working an alternative career,
with a series of straight-to-video productions, with
titles like Urban Menace, The Wrecking
Crew, and Hot Boyz, as well as Murder
Was the Case, the 1994 long-form video directed by
Dr. Dre, in which Snoop plays a banger who pays dearly
for his actions. And oh yes, he's developing a porn
video business, apparently drawing from his experience
at Death Row (see, for instance, the video release,
Death Row Uncut).
Bones marks Snoop's initial move into
mainstream stardom, following supporting roles earlier
this year in two high-profile pictures, John
Singleton's Baby Boy and Antoine Fuqua's
Training Day; later this year, Snoop has yet
another starring role, alongside Dre, in D.J. Pooh's
The Wash. All this activity suggests that
Snoop, or someone, has a plan concerning his Hollywood
career; obviously, he's a charismatic guy, and
honestly, I believe him when he says that he was
waiting for the "right" role for his first starring
vehicle.
Directed by Ernest Dickerson and written by Adam Simon
and Tim Metcalfe, Bones lifts from several
scary-movie predecessors, including Clint Eastwood
spaghetti Westerns, Tales From the Hood, The
Crow, Candyman, Hellraiser, and
Nightmare on Elm Street: Jimmy Bones has even
been assigned his own spooky children's rhyme, "This
is the story of Jimmy Bones / Black as night and hard
as stone / Gold-plated deuce like the King of Siam /
Got a switchblade loose and a diamond on his hand..."
All good sources -- they might inspire faith that the
filmmakers have a grasp of the political potentials
for horror films, and indeed, the resulting film makes
a rudimentary case regarding the introduction of crack
into underclass urban neighborhoods, as one small
component in an economic system that gives little or
no thought to human costs.
Granted, this crack idea isn't exactly new (and the
case has been made more emphatically in Mario Van
Peebles' Panther, where the FBI introduced
crack into black neighborhoods as part of COINTELPRO).
But it's not a bad idea for a horror movie, given its
genuinely horrific effects. But the film doesn't push
this socio-political angle, instead using it as a way
to heroicize Bones, in his big pimpy way. Because he
refuses to sell it on his block, Bones is murdered by
the usual local idiots who are looking to cash in on
the next big thing. These include the usual corrupt
cop, Lupovich (Michael T. Weiss, best known for his
work on tv's The Pretender), and the usual
smalltime hustler, Eddie Mack (Ricky Harris, memorable
in the Dogg Pound's video, "Doggy Dogg World"), whose
depravity is marked by the following stock details: 1)
he wears tired '70s outfits, even in the present day
scenes; 2) he runs his business from out of a gloomy
pool hall; 3) he has a skanky white girlfriend named
Snowflake (Erin Wright); and 4) he wears a hairnet in
a decidedly uncool way.
However you read these characters -- as self-conscious
stereotypes or just badly written villains -- they
don't do much to help the horror part of
Bones, already hampered by some corny effects.
Though Dickerson has a famously sharp eye (in addition
to once being Spike Lee's cinematographer, from his
NYU films through Do the Right Thing to
Malcolm X, he also directed Juice), it's
not much in evidence here, aside from a bit of grainy,
skewed-angle footage and deeply shadowed interiors,
and orange-filtered fish-eye lenses for demonic point
of view shots. The much less interesting visuals in
Bones are low-rent-looking long-fingered
shadows on the wall, the silly swirling mists, flames
that are obviously licking no one, and the jet-black
wolf-dog who serves as Bones' earthly familiar, and
whose red eyes make him look like a battery-powered
toy.
Predictably, the story concerns those left behind
after Bones' untimely death, in particular those
present at the murder scene, the shooter and those
others he forces to stab Bones, so everyone has some
reason to cover up the crime. On its face, this plot
point seems strained, especially since one of these
characters is Bones' lady love, Pearl (played by the
great Pam Grier), but considering that she's a black
woman up against a white cop, perhaps we can let it
go. She has a premonition that things will go wrong
that night, but Bones is a little cocky, so by the
time she shows up at his office to help, well, he's
already in too deep, and she's sucked in right after
him.
Bones comes back when his old house (very stone-scary
looking) when some kids come in with plans to renovate
it for use as a dance club, to be called Illbient. As
it happens, these entrepreneurs are the children of
Bones' old partner (and another one in that room full
of guilty parties back in 1979), Jeremiah (Clifton
Powell), whose own ill-gotten gains include a house in
a nice neighborhood and a white wife. The kids --
Patrick (Khalil Kain), Bill (Merwin Modesir), and Tia
(Katharine Isabelle) -- bring along their buddy, a DJ
and aspiring player named Maurice (Sean Armsing), who
makes the mistake of taking that big old diamond ring
off the skeleton they find in the basement; not only
that, he breaks off the finger to get the ring --
double no-no. This greediness initiates Bones's
return, his flesh, veins, and muscles slithering onto
his skeletal remains.
At last, he's Snoop, easily the movie's best effect.
He creates havoc in Illbient on opening night, what
with all those pretty kids dancing and looking to
score. His vengeance takes the form of that
flesh-ripping pooch, hellzapoppin fires, a gooey wall
full of tortured human faces and limbs, and lots of
maggots. He takes out all his aggressors, then goes
after Patrick, appointed love interest for Cynthia
(Bianca Lawson, last seen beating up Julia Stiles in
Save the Last Dance), who happens to be Bones
and Pearl's beautiful, strangely serene-about-all-this
daughter. This could be because she has a bit of her
mother's "vision" in her, and knows what's coming, but
it's not so hard to guess all that, so maybe her
special gift isn't so special after all. She's sharp,
survives a nasty blood-doused nightmare, and knows how
to get out of the house when it counts. She's also
pretty clear on what she wants, though, and that would
be Patrick, on her own terms. Bones is cool, but of
all the characters in Bones, Cynthia is the one
who most merits a sequel. Oh, and did I mention that
Pearl is now working as a storefront Miss Cleo to make
ends meet? No wonder Cynthia's feeling defiant.