Coming to America (1988)

Probably could’ve cut a half hour of its runtime without losing anything; it’s strangely slow-paced for a comedy so it feels long and its humour lacks a certain bite (the hilarious bickering barber shop trio aside of course). Akeem’s perma-grin naivety brings some charm to the proceedings, the blatant female exploitation takes some away, and after that we’re left with a not bad, but bland offering of romance and a fish-out-of-water plot (with an occasionally careless rich vs. poor commentary).
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