
The Obama Movie: so inevitable, it’s as if it is already among us. You know that Will Smith will play Obama and that Oliver Stone will write and direct. John Williams and Quincy Jones will tag-team the musical score, a soulful, all-American gumbo that samples gospel, Aaron Copland and snap music. Kerry Washington will essay Michelle Obama.
No, Steven Spielberg will direct, with Chiwetel Ejiofor as Obama, same composers. Twelve Nobel, Pulitzer and Oscar winners write the screenplay. Special afro effects by Industrial Light and Magic. Spielberg intercuts between Barack cumming and Blackwater snipers pinned down in Mosul.
No, Martin Scorsese directs, Leonardo DiCaprio is Obama; a black model/actress of Leo’s choice is Michelle. Soundtrack is a pastiche of Motown, Stax, the Stones, U2 and, in a pivotal skinhead rally/electric slide montage, Bad Brains.
No, Spike Lee directs. Terrence Howard as Obama, Regina King as Michelle. Spike intercuts between Obama cumming and the Rodney King beating. With Samuel L. Jackson as Reverend Jeremiah Wright.
No, Robert Zemeckis directs. Obama is a computer generated exact replica voiced by Will Smith, All other characters are portrayed by real people acting opposite Smith in a green motion capture bodysuit. Tom Hanks appears in silver muttonchops and bald pate as a fictionalized composite of various Obama mentors–or as Bill Clinton.
No, Michael Mann directs Will Smith as Obama. Jada Pinkett-Smith, through the miracle of ILM’s proprietary StiltMotion software, is Michelle. The entire film unfolds across one bluesy, bloody night in the Obama campaign. Jamie Foxx is Jesse Jackson. Mann intercuts between Obama cumming, Jesse threatening to cut his nuts off and Mann himself cumming at the AVID console. Musical selections from a Kanye West/Jonas Brothers mash-up album, plus an extended action sequence cued to Nas’s Nigger.
No, Edward Zwick directs wth Don Cheadle as Obama, Djimon Honsou as a brave Kenyan whose noble deathbed speech to young Barry inspires him to enter politics: “Yes, you can, Berry. Gib us free. Free us from dee blood diamoonds.” Authenticity ensured by screenwriter Aaron Sorkin’s frequent Kenyan safaris.
No, Steven Soderbergh directs. Don Cheadle is a depressive, conflicted Obama. Julia Roberts is Michelle. Bernie Mac and Luis Guzman play Barry’s old running buddies who help him keep it real: “Barry, my man, you done loss touch wit da zeitgeiss.” “He right, papi. Corporations all in your ass right about now, flaco.”
No, Jean-Luc Godard and Lars von Trier co-direct a renegade production financed by Saudi dissidents. Obama (Ving Rhames) takes office but becomes in effect a mere proxy for vice-president Clinton (Isabelle Huppert) and her husband (John Malkovich). Rhames is, for the film’s duration, nude but for his leg irons and stars-and-stripes kerchief, a false Abraham Lincoln beard strapped to his chin. Shot on location in a Prague slaughterhouse using webcams and a hand-cranked Lumiere camera.
No, Tyler Perry’s Obama.
No, Judd Apatow’s Obama.
No.
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