Mar 15, 2011

Don't Play With Me Part 2

The story behind Don't Play With Me Part 2 is almost as fascinating and wonderful as the actual film. Back in 2002 when I was but a teenager, my devious uncle (on my mothers side) brought home a handful of VHS tapes with handmade labels, among them was Don't Play With Me Part 2. This was entirely uninteresting to me at the time as my hobbies included horror films and ogling women in the hallways of my predominantly "ghettotech" high school. I vividly remember my two uncles drinking copious amounts of cheap beer while watching these films in our living room, back when VHS still reigned king in our late-to-relate living room. Listening to their chuckles and cheers was almost enough to interest me but the collected effect simply rolled off my resisting shell. I blame the lack of blaxploitation in my film palette, personally. As the years went by, the tapes, hidden away in our small film cabinet, became crowded with obligatory family-oriented DVDs and the VHS tapes were eventually stacked away in the attic. Flash forward to present day and you'd find me kneeling at the idol of John Greenwell, in awe of the impression his vigor left on me. Trash Humpers in several aspects and aspiring Dolemite redux, Don't Play With Me Part 2 is simply a masterpiece in regards to our Maryland community and the hilarious story behind the tape.

Don't Play With Me Part 2 is largely filmed near the residency of John Greenwell, namely, the "Flat Tops". Created around the 40s, the Flat Tops primarily housed government workers as they struggled to build the now-sizable Naval Air Station Patuxent River. Plighted soon after as the vile vagrants took advantage of the low-income housing, the Flat Tops soon began its spiraling into urban rot, further cementing its notorious reputation as being the most criminal territory near the tip of Southern Maryland. Around 2006, the Flat Tops was demolished "due to Asbestos conflicts" and was not rebuilt. Don't Play With Me Part 2 is a relic in the sense that it is a guerrilla blaxploitation masterpiece that stemmed from this very area and proves that even in ghetto purgatory, a voice can rise above the others. You see, director John Greenwell was not a drug user and rarely drank, according to my uncle who is in cahoots with him. When you tie this to the terrible neighborhood, one where gunshots pop off daily, Greenwell managed not just to brainstorm the possibility of creating films but to complete a reported 8 DIY projects over the span of 2 decades. Now to the actual film itself, Don't Play With Me Part 2 is largely ambiguous as I haven't seen the first film but I have contacted Mr. Greenwell to assemble his previous films. I graciously look forward to reviewing and perusing his entire oeuvre, capping off with his last film U.S. Marshals from Hell.

Beginning with 2 FBI agents in a room discussing an operation, Don't Play With Me Part 2 thrusts you into its world with the implication that you are aware of what is ongoing. This due to the fact that his other tapes are absent from my collection. These two men (Greenwell and Berry) sit in their living room and discuss "crossing a river" so they can reach a "hill". This is frequently stated as to burn this goal into your brain, thus solidifying the task these agents must complete - makes sense. Once this happens, many vignettes take place that include but are not limited to: a kung-fu training montage, nunchuka prowess demonstration, an FBI agent with a crudely created badge scolding a pimp with dumpy hoes, and the director/actor/producer John Greenwell donning an oxygen tank to cross a large body of water, which is then edited to show him swimming in what looks to be a pool. When I had the chance to contact Mr. Greenwell, past toxic inebriation, mind you, he told me a story of the many props utilized in his films. Greenwell humbled me with his tales of making the films, even referring to his own creations as "awesome", which I can solemnly attest to. The conversation took a turn for tragedy though when Greenwell confessed that many of the actors involved died due to drug related incidents. A fitting tribute to the dearly departed; Don't Play With Me Part 2 soon nosedives into some strange urban warfare as Agent Greenwell fights various men in the woods using skilled karate mixed with truly uproariousness lines as " He comin' gotta go!" This then boils into a fight with a chainsaw-wielding bespectacled goon that is as engaging as it sounds. Simply put, Don't Play With Me Part 2 is the greatest action/blaxploitation film that has never been seen - a true treasure of mine.

From here, an alien is introduced as it escapes from "da kidnappers" and terrorizes the woods and the local area. This alien prowls around, swaying to the afro-funk beat provided by the boom-box situated behind the camera, mostly eliminating the need for post-production. This extraterrestrial kills many-a-bystander by ripping off limbs and chewing on ground beef passed off as viscera. In retrospect, this all seems so outlandish and unreal because we're thrust into such degenerate silliness that we're scrambling to keep our head screwed on. When you view the contents of the cinematic sibling to the mysterious Don't Play With Me Part 1, it is obvious that inspiration stems from Jim Kelly or various other Afro "samurai's". Many more surprises await you within Don't Play With Me Part 2 but it is recommended to check it out for yourself. Not even the meditation practiced by Greenwell's exorcism onto cassette can unravel my personal infatuation with his proto-exploitation endeavors. The secrets to success lie in his incredible and obviously impromptu dialogue that features such priceless lines as "homocide division", "heard half yo' mens got keeled", or my personal choice "Gotta drank my own blood to live!". What is painfully obvious to me must be to you upon viewing - Don't Play With Me Part 2 is a degenerate Afrocentric art odyssey. Even the garbled Casio soundtrack gets a shout out from me. If this archaic VHS portion of sinema isn't enough to satiate your spoiled taste then surely the humbleness of a kindred cinephile will inspire you - overcoming the expectations of his horrid and terrifying body politic and creating, not destroying like so many of his brothers.



Soiled Sinema said...

Don't worry, those interested can expect it to be uploaded soon, courtesy of Soiled Sinema.

Nicole✗✗ said...

I just read the comment above and I was gonna say, how am able to view this? It truly sounds interesting!! Can't wait.

Soiled Sinema said...

Being uploaded on CG for now, rapidshare to follow


Soiled Sinema said...

Greg said...

I grabbed this and part 1 from CG, PLEASE up the others!!!