August 2, 2007 — Vol. 42, No. 51
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‘Caddy’ needs a trip to the chop shop

Kam Williams

In the 1980 comedy masterpiece “Caddyshack,” the late Rodney Dangerfield stole the show as a nouveau riche tycoon who outraged the old-moneyed members of the exclusive country club he was thinking of buying. The running joke in that fish-out-of-water classic revolved around his bull-in-a-china closet boorish behavior and bad taste as he offended the uptight members of polite society.

“Who’s Your Caddy?” resurrects the same premise, but essentially does so in blackface, relying on the racist notion that you can take a brother out of the ghetto, but you can’t take the ghetto out of the brother.

The picture stars Outkast rapper Big Boi (a.k.a. Antwan Andre Patton) in the Rodney role, recast and typecast here as C-Note, a mythical hip-hop icon from Atlanta who’s “getting his pimp thing together.”

Having made a mint in the music biz, he now has the cash to hang with the upper class. At the point of departure, we find Mr. Note trying to integrate an all-white golf and polo gentleman’s club in South Carolina. Of course, this doesn’t sit well with the board’s president, Richard Cummings (Jeffrey Jones), since he’s recently rejected the applications of not only the Rev. Al Sharpton and Rosie O’Donnell, but even former President Clinton.

Living large, C-Note arrives on the scene with a gaudy entourage in tow, starting with Lady G (Sherri Shepherd), a slutty sister who makes her entrance by propositioning the young valet parking her car with, “You still breast feeding?” The posse also includes kilt-wearing Big Large (Faizon Love), a well-endowed stud who’s not above going public with his privates — the first chance he gets, he puts the moves on Cummings’ trophy wife (Susan Ward), who flashes her cleavage in appreciation.

Then there’s Dreadlocks (Finesse Mitchell), a wasted stoner who just wants to get high and expects everybody else to join in, so he’s not above spiking the brownies at a party or feeding weed to a horse in the paddock. Rounding out the crew is token-white Kidd Clean (Chase Tatum), the only hanger-on who doesn’t dress or behave like a clown. The beefy bodyguard’s real job seems to be to laugh at the antics of all the blacks, especially his boss, who prances around preening in a throwback golf outfit, complete with knickers, saddle shoes, argyle socks and a garish test-pattern blouse, all topped off by a tam o’shanter (that hat with the puff-ball on top).

The plot thickens when C-Note, with the help of the flamboyantly effeminate white character cast in virtually every African American comedy (played here by Todd Sherry), purchases a piece of real estate with an interest in the country club and starts shooting his next music video on the 17th hole. Offended by the presence of the scantily clad “video skanks,” Cummings hires Shannon Williams (Tamala Jones), a Harvard-trained attorney, to “wine and dine” the interloper to buy back the property for $3 million.

But rather than being swayed by “Abercrombie and Bitch,” C sees through the ruse and opts for a date with a stripper, “getting off the pole in 15 minutes.” Upping the ante, Cummings next hires a dwarf assassin (Tony Cox) to make him an offer he can’t refuse.

“Who’s Your Caddy?” is a relentlessly crass enterprise that never makes any sense, unless you think of it as an ongoing attempt to portray black folks in the worst possible light. Scriptwriter/director Don Michael Paul must shoulder the bulk of the blame for this disgraceful debut release of Our Stories Films, a black-owned studio started by former BET chairman Bob Johnson.

In fact, Johnson, who makes a cameo in the picture as himself, is just about the only African American allowed to maintain a modicum of dignity in this overindulgence in insulting stereotypes. From the demeaning dialogue sprinkled with unflattering expletives, to a black female proudly referring to herself as a “queen bitch,” to the celebration of drug abuse, indiscriminate sex and conspicuous consumption, one can only cringe when wondering what quality of fare might be next on Our Stories’ agenda — especially considering that this was proudly promoted as a wholesome family film. In actuality, the makers of “Who’s Your Caddy?” should stand ashamed of what the film truly is: the most degrading minstrel show since “Soul Plane.”


From left to right: Kidd Clean (Chase Tatum), Big Large (Faizon Love), C-Note (Antwan “Big Boi” Patton), and Dreadlocks (Finesse Mitchell) attempt to integrate an all-white golf and polo gentleman’s club in the film “Who’s Your Caddy?,” after the applications of Rev. Al Sharpton, Rosie O’Donnell, and Bill Clinton were rejected. (Photo courtesy of Dimension Films)

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