"Who is this man?," Aaron (Chris Rock) asks when a casket arrives at his home. The funeral director (Kevin Hart) plays it off as an existential question about Aaron's late father, but literally speaking, he really wants to know -- what is this other corpse doing at Daddy's funeral?

This is how Death at a Funeral opens. This is also how it opened in 2007, and when one wonders who is this man that would turn in an almost identical remake with an almost all-black cast in such short order, they'd be talking about Neil LaBute. He of the underrated Nurse Betty (co-starring Rock) and the overwhelming Wicker Man remake, LaBute once was (and still is, I suppose) a provocative playwright and filmmaker who must have entered into some prankster pact alongside the increasingly eccentric James Franco, a deal to set aside his infamous misanthropic tendencies and churn out a broad comedy as likely to earn chuckles as it does groans.

Because here it is.
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