

The mad idea is Winston’s the mad money behind it ($15,000, which he thinks of as three months of summer work at $5,000 a month) comes from aging Japanese activist Inez Nomura but the waggish campaign slogans and strategies seem to sprout from every street corner in the ’hood. What Winston needs, he soon decides, is some comforts a little closer to home: the loving arms of his wife Yolanda, joined to him in holy matrimony via a dial-a-preacher conference call to his prison ward the inarticulate embraces of his son Bryce Extraordinaire (Jordy) Foshay the bemused guidance of his fledgling Big Brother, Rabbi Spencer Throckmorton the usual round of good-natured tussling with the men and women of East 109th Street and maybe a political fling. Beatty follows up the scorched-earth Afro-American satire of The White Boy Shuffle (1996) with an equally antic look at a brother from East Harlem who runs for City Council.Ī tree grows in Brooklyn, but it’s no place for Winston (Tuffy) Foshay, first glimpsed coming around from a fainting fit that providentially took him out of the line of fire that terminated both his employment and his employers in a drug den in The Other Borough.
