Confessions of an Ex-Doofus-Itchy-Footed Mutha
Confessions of an Ex-Doofus-Itchy-Footed Mutha – Theater Review
Melvin Van Peebles has been well-established as a maverick independent filmmaker and provocateur since at least 1971’s Sweet Sweetback’s Badassss Song. His new film, Confessions of an Ex-Doofus-Itchy-Footed Mutha, confirms that he’s also still got a way with titles. He also still has an admirable willingness to make a public jackass of himself and an impressive ability to coax other people into coming along for the ride. Aside from that, though, there isn’t a lot else to say about this smeared-looking video fantasy, spun off from one of his old stage shows, Waltz of the Stork. There might have been a few things that should have been said to Van Peebles before he made it, but I don’t know who would have been deputized to say them. When the man’s own son, Mario, has signed off for a cameo appearance as a pirate, it’s hard to say who might have been best qualified to stage an intervention.
“Confessions of An Ex-Doofus-Itchy-Footed Mutha” is Melvin Van Peeple’s homage to his father Mario Van Peeple. It has some interesting directorial ploys. It’s kind of fun to watch, but it’s almost unintelligible in terms of the soundtrack. You have to care an awful lot about Mario Van Peeples. I actually like him. I’ve met him at a party. He’s a charming man, but even I had a hard time getting through this. Zero stars.