"Marci X" purees all the public and political controversies swirling around hip-hop over the last decade and soft-serves the mixture in a drippy container. Despite the occasional topical reference to President Bush and Sen. Clinton, this movie is, like, so eight years ago, it isn't funny.
Well, maybe sometimes it's funny. Screenwriter Paul Rudnick, better known to Premiere magazine readers as Libby Gelman-Waxner, always serves up a few zingers to keep you from drifting off. Those with high thresholds for low comedy might even like the discount-house humor at the expense of teen-boy singing groups and blue nose politicians like Sen. Spinkle (Christine Baranski), who's on the warpath against media mogul Ben Feld (Richard Benjamin, who also directed).
One of Feld's subsidiaries, a rap record label run by a convict, has just released an ultra- raunchy disc by its star rapper Dr. S (Damon Wayans). The outcry against the disc and his corporation has sent Feld literally to the hospital. Marci (Lisa Kudrow), Feld's doting, ditzy daughter, wants to help. Feld says he wishes he had a son.
Ooh! That plot point hurts Marci right in her pert self-esteem! She'll show daddy! She and her posse of socialite pals venture way uptown to Harlem to coerce the doctor to help her spin a newer, cleaner image. At which point, you start trying to talk yourself into thinking that the movie isn't going to start getting tacky and obvious.