Anakin Skywalker

Kenan gives an Oscar-worthy performance as the obese sack of potatoes we all know and love. Growing up in the streets of Harlem, Albert finds himself an unwitting pawn in the gang wars between 2MF and 40 Wolvez. As Rudy, Russell and the gang slowly succumb to death, Albert is forced to make a choice. Become part of the system. Or fight against the mob. Cosby's script is masterful. The buildup of tension is unparalleled. I was at the edge of my seat, and even fell off a few times; I was just that into it. The action is a mix of Tarantino's Django Unchained, with a splash of the gritty realism of Boyz n the Hood. No spoilers, but the shocking finale rivaled The Sixth Sense, in terms of its re-contextualization of the film's entire premise. And the final scene. Albert chews Dumb Donald's intestinal linings as he stares, lifelessly into the camera. We are left with questions. Why would he do this? Is this a stirring metaphor for the inner city: a dog-eat-dog existence that degrades one into a vicious man struggling for survival? Many people want there to be a sequel. And indeed, in today's era of sequel-itis and reboots, it is only a matter of time. But to me, Fat Albert is a cinematic tour de force that challenges our preconceptions of what live action filmography can accomplish in its purest form. And to me, a sequel would only the muddy the waters of this pure oasis of artistic expression.