House Party

Clearly this is no masterpiece, but as its US reception indicated, it is a product overdue in the market, and it compares well with its anaemic counterparts.

All of the performances are good and the soundtrack pulses with humor as well as decibels.

This is the only House Party that counts.

An aged piece of ghetto-lore that has become less black-counterpart to Heathers and Dazed and Confused than pristine example of serendipity in film.

House Party is silly and high-spirited and not particularly significant, and that is just as it should be.

It’s the affable hangout movie that I kind of expected it to be, with a delightful George Clinton cameo, a great Robin Harris performance and one of the most “oh…oh dear” dated comedy bits of the early 90s.

Harmless and fun, this is a nice romp through 90s hip-hop culture.

It's a view often lost in Hollywood's Wonder Bread world. That's why the Hudlins are a welcome pair. They celebrate modern black culture with no needless apologies.

Such a classic movie on so many levels, very well-written and it holds up really well.