Am I Racist?

The joke is that it's hard for a white person to buy the book because of how it's hard to say the title. If he were to give Kennedy's work a try, he might find a probing, refreshing antidote to the thinking set forward by simplistic and patronizing work.

The questions raised by Walsh do not seem to me to be adequately explored and, unfortunately, it remains in a comfort zone that is simply boring. [Full review in Spanish]

Walsh’s problem is that he’s just not very funny. He annoys his targets, but never gets any blows in on them, and the segments drag on seemingly forever.

Walsh isn’t very good at this mockumentary stuff.

It's cleverly edited, brilliantly scripted, and some of the interactions are just jaw-dropping, making it an insightful and shockingly funny film.

A provocative Borat-like comedic documentary for the right-wingers.

It didn't make me laugh very much.

Half-formed, at best.

Despite a better target than the bigoted What Is a Woman—an industry about profiting off white guilt, not fighting racism—it shares the same flaws: manipulative editing, lazy jokes, and no curiosity, ending on a thoughtless finale with no call to action.

When it hones in on what is essentially a sham industry that exploits the guilt of well-meaning white liberals, it hits its mark brilliantly. When it strays beyond that central premise, it’s not quite as effective.