Directed by Malcolm D Lee. Starring Eddie Griffin, Aunjanue Ellis, Denise Richards, David Chappelle, Billy Dee Williams.

Just as the secret agent formula is being pounded into submission by Austin Powers and Johnny English, along comes another hopeful 007 satire. This time the action/girls/evil genius template is mixed up with the be-Afroed funkiness of the blaxploitation genre. The resulting stupidity is mildly diverting and occasionally hits the spot.

Eddie Griffin is appealing as Undercover Brother, the superstud with the platform shoes and medallion. Introduced as a solo crime-fighter, he is soon picked up by the B.R.O.T.H.E.R.H.O.O.D., an all-black secret agent network, whose operatives include the subtly-named Smart Brother and Conspiracy Brother, and the delectable, leather-clad Sistah Girl.

Their enemy? Who else but The Man, whose plot to derail the presidential hopes of Billy Dee William’s Colin Powell-style retired general is hilarious in its crassness.

Most of the jokes aren’t great, but there are so many of them that some can't help but hit their target. Chris Kattan’s white supremacist henchman who keeps involuntarily slipping into hip-hop speak and guiltily prefers Mary J to Madonna is a highlight.

The film is short enough to not outstay its welcome, though the blatant setting up of the sequel at the end is a little tedious.

It did contain a strangely familiar sight, however. The Man and his cohorts are attempting to brainwash Undercover Brother into loving white culture. He is strapped down and force-fed a montage of bland honky television, intended to symbolise the utter lack of vitality of the dregs of white culture.

It included a clip of Riverdance. Amen to that.

Luke McManus