UNDERCOVER BROTHER

There are occasional moments of glee in this satire from director Malcolm D. Lee (The Best Man), but most of the film’s images of black and white stereotypes are too thin and vanilla safe. Eddie Griffin is supposed to be the ’70s inner-city version of an Austin Powers doofus out of time, but he spends far too much of the movie doing exaggerated kung fu howls and shouting things like ”Holy Motown!” The film feels only slightly less lost in the pop racial past than its groove-thang hero.