Better Late Then Never

This is a must-see and one of the best documentaries - and films - of this year.

The story, direction, characters, and writing/dialogue is akin to taking a tranquilizer shot to the neck, but everything else was so well done.

There are moments that feel comical, some horrific, and some downright inspiring but the tonal shifts hardly matter as the end results come to a film that's perfect for this time.

This is my latest pick for worst film ever made. Congratulations to C.K. for convincing anyone to make this let alone letting him direct. Hollywood is in a sad state of confusion regarding what is funny or commercial. They have always been out of touch with minorities and this proves it. I just saw part of it and it is unwatchable. To think all these talented actors participated and embarrassed themselves with the worst acting possible. The director ultimately has to take the blame. I feel sorry for anyone who wasted $8 and 3 hours going to the movies to see this. It's a wonder that Louis CK has any career left as this would usually sink it. This gives hope to all the real filmmakers who can actually write and direct. This film gives me hope that I will succeed in creating a film worth watching, entertaining and meaningful. Even the outtakes during credits are boring.

This is a film for those who have a warped sense of humor. Luckily for me, I fit into that category. If you enjoy films by Monty Python, Mel Brooks, Abrahams and Zucker, the Wayans Brothers or the Farrelly Brothers than this film is for you. It's odd, outlandish and dare I say, ahead of it's time. It not only features appearances by some of comedies best stand ups but future stars who had yet to shine. Written as a collaborative effort between Chris Rock and Louis C.K. this style of collaboration is a throw back to the days of "Blazing Saddles" written by Mel Brooks and THE Mr. Richard Pryor. To the casual viewer of middle age this film may seem nonsensical or as some have said downright dumb. Herein lies the problem, why some "get it" and some "dont get it". Though released over 14 years ago some people who may have been "out of the loop" then and whom today are still out of the loop and without a proper sense of zeitgeist will be watching this film saying "Wtf ?". The same can be said for classics such as "Airplane The Movie !" or any other films made by the creators I listed earlier. This type of humor relies heavily on the viewers knowledge of the pop culture he lives in even if said viewer is unaware of it. I'm not going into the movie or what it's about, I just wanted to try to explain why some people love it and some people hate it. If you were around in the 90s and enjoyed "In Living Color", "The Young Ones", "Beavis and Butthead", or even "SNL" or "South Park" I would say give this gem a chance.

First off. Sorry for my bad English, i'll do my bestThis movie was so bad that it would be more painless to die screaming from testicular cancer in a smelly cellar on a cold Monday morning than have to sit through this crap. I was sitting there, hoping that a piece of airplane debris would crash through the roof of my house and kill me. I rented it at the local Blockbuster with two friends and we were like "Oh yeah, a black comedy, and it has Chris Rock in it, oh boy oh boy, we cant WAIT to see this one"..... wrong.. WORNG !! Worst movie EVER! next to "EPIC MOVIE, SUPERHERO MOVIE, DATE MOVIE etc. etc." Za Tah Day my ass you weird looking mother******..!

Louis C.K conceived of the story which would become Pootie Tang on Long Island, where man, in the person of a crew of Dutch sailors, was placed "face to face for the last time in history with something commensurate to his capacity for wonder." That was in the spring of 1924. He wrote most of it, though, in a villa above St. Raphaël on the Riviera, with Roman and Romanesque aqueducts within sight, and beneath a skyline that reminded him of Shelley's Eugenean Hills. There was a beach where he swam daily, and came to know a group of young French naval aviators. Otherwise, he worked steadily at what he jokingly spoke of to friends as "a script better than any script written in America." By late October the script was ready to be mailed to Maxwell Perkins, his editor at Scribner's.He knew very well that Pootie Tang was far finer than anything he had attempted before. In April, on the eve of his departure for Europe, he told his limo driver "I cannot let it go out unless it has the very best I am capable of in it or even as I feel sometimes, something better than I am capable of." He would not be alone in that feeling; many would say that the novel possessed the "Fitzgerald" glamor, but also "a kind of mystic atmosphere at times." They may have been remembering C.K's words in that April letter: "So in my new script I'm thrown directly on purely creative work—not trashy imaginings as in my stories but the sustained imagination of a sincere yet radiant world."