A slow crime drama with wasted potential, because it delves too much into current musical trends, hence two occasions in which we are forced to watch guys dance like pansies, and hence a couple of people from the music world in lead roles. Goldie is okay as the obligatory gangster movie psycho, if nothing than simply because of his Cro-Magnon appearance. Bowie, on the other hand, is ridiculously miscast as the leader of a gang of young blacks! Somehow I could never quite buy Goldie's far too extreme resentment of his cousin's girlfriend; somehow (homosexual) jealousy doesn't quite explain it enough. The end is also unsatisfactory: Bowie informs Goldie's cousin that the latter started the gang war and that Bowie's girlfriend was kidnapped and tortured, and then instead of seeing the cousin's reaction - and seeing the girlfriend, too, there's merely end-titles on the screen!
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