This is officially the first film, where the death of a leading character makes me feel nothing at all. His death makes no difference and I don't think this was the point, if any intended. The overacting Brody gives me the rest.
Bullets brothers are not believable and tend to replicate typical clichés about New Yorkers: art and violence.
And one line about the late sprachgesang artist Mr. shakur (i don' like the name which sounds like this Peruvian terrorist group MRTA). Lame!
Well it is a masterpiece of bad directing: to manage that the viewer will, for almost 90 minutes of his screen presence, not identify with the main character. Ed Wood would be proud!
This film is point- and clueless. I hope i was the last person on this solar system to watch this horrible movie.
Bullets brothers are not believable and tend to replicate typical clichés about New Yorkers: art and violence.
And one line about the late sprachgesang artist Mr. shakur (i don' like the name which sounds like this Peruvian terrorist group MRTA). Lame!
Well it is a masterpiece of bad directing: to manage that the viewer will, for almost 90 minutes of his screen presence, not identify with the main character. Ed Wood would be proud!
This film is point- and clueless. I hope i was the last person on this solar system to watch this horrible movie.