Mistaking him for a peeping tom, Thomas calls the factory and Pinnock finds himself jobless. Unable to find any meaningful work, he and his family end up on the street. That sounds passable, if only barely, but it's when the details are filled in that this film becomes truly grating. Thomas, a right-wing wet dream, lives in a big house with his wife and family, spouting limp racist platitudes, supposing himself clever. Pinnock takes on racist social workers and gets beaten up by cops.
Cliches multiply like rabbits, and each scene becomes progressively worse than the last.
Then there is a scene of interracial dating that can only be described as useless. All in all I would be hard pressed to find 20 minutes in this film that were cohesive. But that is not why this movie is bad. Don't get me wrong, some of my best friends are white, but the idea fascinates me. New Jersey Drive created a world that was completely black - not only in its tone, but in its humor and characters.