Booty Call (1997)

Booty Call is the kind of 90s comedy that commits—fully, shamelessly—to its premise and then keeps topping itself with faster jokes, bigger complications, and a surprisingly infectious sense of momentum. Jamie Foxx and Tommy Davidson make a terrific, high-voltage duo, playing off each other with the kind of chemistry that turns even a simple late-night errand into a full-blown comic odyssey, while Vivica A. Fox brings sharp attitude and timing that keeps the battle-of-the-sexes banter lively. The vibe is loud, bawdy, and unapologetically raunchy, but there’s also an oddly responsible through-line that makes the chaos feel anchored rather than mean-spirited. If you’re allergic to crude humor, it won’t convert you—but if you want a brisk, energetic farce that knows exactly what it is, this one earns its laughs.

Booty Call is trying to be a fast, raunchy race-against-the-clock comedy about two guys doing the bare minimum to be responsible, then getting punished by a night of escalating chaos. When it works, it’s because Jamie Foxx and Tommy Davidson bring real energy and a few genuinely funny character beats that keep the momentum alive. But the humor is aggressively crude, the logic is basically optional, and the pacing can feel like a string of loud set pieces rather than a cleverly built story. If you’re not in the mood for ’90s sex-comedy vulgarity and cartoonish misadventures, this will feel less like a fun romp and more like a long voicemail you can’t delete fast enough.