Surely first-time writer-director Lindsey Christian knew what she was doing.
One must wonder if someone at Paramount has an old score to settle with Eddie Murphy.
If the Devil doesn't like this movie then he can just sit on a tack.
It’s not long before you realize that the film is just an excuse to put on a gospel show.
Not only should DMX not be allowed to act but he also shouldn’t be allowed to rap on commentary tracks.
It's an entertaining parody of the ludicrous code-of-the-streets machismo celebrated by classic gangster cinema and hip-hop culture.
The hearty amount of features will keep die-hard fans occupied until two Fridays from now.
Friday After Next makes for a not-completely-unbearable way to spend an hour and 25 minutes.
Ernest R. Dickerson’s Bones out-funks all horror films currently on the market.