Hey, it's another forgettable equal-opportunity minstrel show with stereotypes piled higher than wing bones in the Dumpster behind Popeye's, but there're some funny ideas in it. Like having the token white guy (Tom Arnold)--and his white family (they are named the Hunkees), who are inadvertently booked aboard the maiden voyage of a black-owned airline--carry a big part of the plot and get the most chances for laughs as the, uh, white guy. You can bet it all looked stone-funny on paper, with Snoop Dogg in the cockpit as the captain of a big purple jet airplane with spinning hubcaps, D.L. Hughley as the men's room attendant of the plane, John Witherspoon wearing out his ghetto-comedy old-guy welcome as a lecherous blind man flying first class, and 40s of Colt 45 and fried chicken (yeah, Popeye's) served in "low class." So if we can come away from this clinker with some constructive hope for the future of black-owned movie comedy, let's concentrate on the fleeting moments of screen time shared by Loni Love and Mo'Nique, who tear the roof off as large, ignorant-and-in-charge airport security screeners. They just stand there for a few minutes doing schtick, and that's some funny shit. Give these ladies their own movie.