“Newlyweeds”: An African-American stoner comedy, hilarious and heartbreaking
In the wake of Ryan Coogler’s “Fruitvale Station” and “Lee Daniels’ The Butler” and Alexandre Moors’ “Blue Caprice” and Andrew Dosumnu’s “Mother of George,” the hype about 2013 as the year of Black Cinema – and independent-minded, free-spirited and wide-ranging black cinema, at that – isn’t hype anymore. And that brings us to writer-director Shaka King’s Brooklyn-made labor of love “Newlyweeds,” which is – wait, what was I saying? And where am I? Oh, that’s right: Weed. I’m not saying that lots of people who went to see this indie comedy breakthrough over the weekend in New York and L.A., where it’s already playing, showed up stoned. And I’m not saying they didn’t. I’m saying that King has fearlessly forged into unexplored territory -- that being the African-American stoner comedy, with an adult audience in view – and the results are profoundly hilarious, occasionally heartbreaking, often brilliant and entirely devoid of political piety.