This ain’t McDonald’s.

Today’s movie is Trust Nobody. Directed by Brandon Cornett and Steven Love.

Trust Nobody stars Jamal Woolard as Bricks who kicks off the film how else, by just getting out of prison. Bricks is many things; a guy who loves his mama (Violetta Joseph) as much as he wants to get his life back on track after getting out of prison. Bricks doesn’t really do much for most of this film, everything that happens kinda happens in spite of him rather than with him.

The writing in this film is top notch, of course. I especially love the scene where Fool (Tyriq Thomas Kimbrough) brings a pair of shoes to Big Time who asks him “what size are they?” And he replies “a pair of nines” pulling out two pistols. Big Time says “do you know who I am? I’m Big Time” to which Big Time puts a bullet in the ceiling and shouts “now you’re on my time!” I loved Tyriq Kimbrough in this film, he brings a kind of manic energy that you know is going to get him killed in the third act. Only he doesn’t, because you can’t kill perfection.

Trust Nobody has everything I want out of this genre; gorgeous women thicker than a DQ Blizzard, people flashing guns, segues with rap music, extended lap dance scenes, dudes telling each other how good it is to see each other at every opportunity. You should always tell your homies how good it is to see them, even if you just told them ten minutes ago. Bricks tells his friend “fuck that bitch” while she’s standing less than two feet away like she’s not even there.

Apparently Trust Nobody exists in a world where strippers are just everywhere. In strip clubs, out of strip clubs, in people’s houses. I might have been too broad on my categories. The point is, strippers are everywhere. Gyrating and inviting those sweet sweet $20 bills. No wonder people are so hellbent on making money, you can be ambushed at any moment by a feral stripper and lose all your twenties.

The film directly disses Cristal as being weak ass shit in order to promote Ricarda Amore, a reminder that expense doesn’t always equal taste. Bricks meets Sugar (Shay Johnson) at the bar and I can’t tell if he’s smooth or completely absent because he asks her “why are you so sweet” and smooth there, but then watches her pull her card out of her bra and asks “why is this so warm?” like he ain’t seen nothing.

Audio in Trust Nobody is weird, sometimes the movie is completely silent, other times you get weird things like someone slapping an ass and making no noise. There’s a scene in a club that is completely missing music. The dialogue sounds fine most of the time but you still get that “ADR’d in an empty warehouse” that comes with Hood Tubi films. It’s crazy.

Knowing that there are two sequels out makes the ending a little unceremonious as it leaves Bricks’ fate in question. Only we know he comes back for at least two more movies now. Trust Nobody is a busy film with a lot of interweaving plotlines that get muddy, and hard to follow. Still, I can’t wait to see part 2.

Rating: B-