Sometimes rhetorical questions are better off remaining rhetorical. For example: how many offensive caricatures can you fit into one dinosaur movie?
Hold Dinosaurus!‘ beer (I think I punctuated that right) and watch this. It has Mexican day-laborers, O’Leary the drunken Irishman, a sinister vaguely-Latin-American villain, his “little tamale” (a Central-American woman who knows how to make molotov cocktails), lazy black folks … and I’m not even counting the Comic Relief Neanderthal, or Dumpy the friendly bulldozer driver.
Shot in St Croix, Virgin Islands, it’s the story of two well-preserved undersea dinosaur remains that are dragged up onshore for exhibition. But they turn out to have been only hibernating, and a tropical rainstorm thaws them out and sends the movie on its way. The Neanderthal? Was sort of along for the ride.
The T-rex eats people and things. But mostly people. It fights the friendly Brontosaurus. A little boy is sad. The Neanderthal has comic escapades around the island. The villain kidnaps our heroine, but she is rescued by the Neanderthal. Our hero fights the T-Rex with a construction crane.
One of the random background extras looks a lot like James Baskett (Uncle Remus from Song of the South), so my notes say things like “more racist stereotypes, with cameo by Uncle Remus” and “Uncle Remus clapping unenthusiastically.”
In the end, the white people triumph with good ol’ white people ingenuity.