The Pursuit of Happyness (sic) is out on DVD this week. I saw this movie at the theater fourteen times. It was that awesome. Here's my review and summary:

Review: Awesome.

Summary: Will Smith plays a black man who needs a job and a shave. He is wicked smart, as he can figure out puzzles that white men with mad cash cannot figure out. How 'bout them apples?! Smith is believable as a black guy, and I imagine (know) there's quite a bit of Oscar talk because of it. Smith is followed around throughout this movie by a black Vern Troyer; this was really funny as it reminded me of Austin Powers 3 or Octovagina or whatever that great movie was called. The midget shadow is the foil for all of Smith's wild antics. One time, in a bathroom, Smith pretends he's poor and homeless, and the midget just sits there sulking like he's affected by the predicament in some sort of way. You can almost hear Smith chuckling to himself: sucka! You could definitely hear me chuckling if you happened to catch this film (and that's really what it is: a film) at the Regal Cinemas out in Mt. Pleasant during the month of January (the matinee, of course). Anywho, Smith has offers to be a Major League Baseball player and an NFL wide receiver, but he declines in what becomes one of this films' pivotal, Oscar-buzzy moments. The scene:

Int. Rich White Man's office, cigar smoke billowing about, Rich White Man talks through his teeth like a country club president, cigar in mouth.

RWM: So whaddya say, boy? A starting pitcher for the Hoboken Zephyrs and - I said and - a wide receiver for the Poughkeepsie Pigskinners? Hmmm? Hmmm?

Smith: I got dreams, sir. And a midget. Don't take this the wrong way, but not in a bugazillion years! And, by the way, I'd sell that Hoboken team while the selling's hot.

RWM: What was that, son?

Smith: A midget?

RWM: No, after that.

Smith: Bugazillion years?

RWM: No, after that.

Smith: Hotdogs?

RWM: No! You never even said that. The other thing!

Smith: You should sell the -

RWM: Sell the Poughkeepsie Pigskinners! Exactly!

Smith: Really?

RWM: Yeah, and that gives me an idea . . . to sell the Poughkeepsie Pigskinners!

Smith touching his fingers together like an evil Montgomery Burns before he says something like "Egggggselent".

Smith: Innnnnteresting.

You can pretty much hand Will Smith the Oscar for that scene. It's like when Tommie Smith and John Carlos gave the fist to the Olympics. Like when Rosa Parks wouldn't give up her seat. Like when Coca-Cola made that ad talking about moments like these.

After that scene, Will Smith returns to his Hooverville lean-to to let his sidekick hear the bad news. When he gets there, however, the sidekick is meeting with Big Wigs from a huge banking conglomerate. The papers were already signed. A loan. A mansion. A corner office. A golden parachute. Cut to Bernie Mack skimming Will Smith's pool. Will Smith sips on a lemonade under an umbrella. The midget is beside him on the same chaise, and with eyes closed, head pointed to the sun, the midget says, "We got it all now, Pops." Pregnant pause . . . and Will Smith says, "Easy Street never met a black man it didn't like." Tears roll down Bernie Mack's face. Fade to Oscars.

In other words, buy this DVD. And then live this DVD.

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