Jungle Fever is Spike Lee's exploration, foremost, of the blacks' interest in whites, and the whites' interest in blacks.And by whites, here they are represented by Italians. Wesley Snipes has an affair with Annabella Sciorra, and the negative reactions that follow. Along the way, we also have John Turturro, who is dumped by Sciorra, crash the racial barrier, and Samuel L. Jackson as Snipes' crack-head older brother who's always out trying to get a freehand out. The key to making Jungle Fever work for you, is perspective. Each person, especially depending on race, is going to have a different reaction to this. It will piss some off, and others won't care, but as head-turning or controversial as Lee wants to be, so often here he comes of trying to be an instigator (like so many of the characters) instead of actually saying something about it and offering any wise words about it, and that is especially pertinent with the weak ending and horribly ridiculous and inane final shot. I believe that Lee has some interesting things to say about it, but he gets too weighted down by the dubiousness of it all. He brings up some interesting things throughout, a tout force, but never sticks with them successively. Instead, he loads on the whole community of major and important black actors, many for which just small cameos or bit parts, including himself. Snipes' character is misunderstood, but he is not a very likable character, and Snipes himself is almost as stiff as the suits that he wears. Jackson's character was not at all anything likable either, but he was convincing and had a much stronger presence. Sciorra was only partially there, but Turturro does not let down. Rarely does he ever. One interesting technique that Lee employs, twice I think, is when the characters go for a walk, they are shot like disembodied roamers as the camera films them from below. The background is moving, but it just seems as if the actors are floating.Final Verdict: C+.