I loved the movie.
It gave me a crazy view of the Harlem we only ever drove through or trained through on our way to whiter locales.
I loved Grave Digger Jones and Coffin Ed Johnson, the heroes of the movie. I loved the writing by Chester Himes and I was pleased to discover that "Cotton Comes to Harlem" was one of nine Harlem detective novels written by Himes.
It took me some years, but eventually I read them all. I'm a better writer for having done so.
They're control freaks. But they're disorganized.
In my mind, you should pick one. If you're a control freak, be organized. Or if you're disorganized, let go.
These clients, well, they made me think of the Chester Himes title shown above.
A blind man. With a pistol.