This is the poster for Miracle at St. Anna, Spike Lee’s latest “joint”, opening in September. By the way, has anyone figured out what the hell that’s supposed to mean yet? Does he mean joints that you smoke or joints you eat crappy food in? Either way, I hardly see how that’s a flattering comparison for a movie. Maybe other directors should choose random objects to describe their movies. Indiana Jones: A Spielberg Babyshoe.
Based on the novel by James McBride, the film follows four black American soldiers who, while stationed in Tuscany during World War II, find themselves trapped behind enemy lines and separated from their unit when one of them risks his life to save an Italian boy.
Reached for comment, an Italian guy said, “Don’t think this is gonna make us forget about Sal’s Pizzeria, motherf*cker.” And then he grabbed his crotch.