Disclaimer: Spoilers, spoilers and more spoilers. Listen, don’t say I didn’t warn you, man.
Look, I’m not going to lie, son. I actually feel bad that I’m about to ether a Black movie. I mean, I always try to support my people, especially in an industry that rarely represents us correctly. However; I also feel like I have the right to criticize something I spent my money on. On the real, work is not exempt from judgment just because my people were involved. With that being said, this new All Eyez On Me movie about Tupac Shakur is trash, garbage and basura, son. Listen, I’m the biggest Pac fan in the world and I left the theater disappointed. Now, let me explain myself further.
So, before I begin the drag fest, let me talk about some of the positives of the film. First, the casting is good. Well, in certain places, son. Anyway, Demetrius Shipp Jr., Danai Gurira and Kat Graham are convincing as Pac, Afeni Shakur and Jada Pinkett-Smith, respectively. They all look the part and they deliver their lines with conviction. However; the lines they are forced to utter are fucking terrible, son. All in all, that brings us to our first major problem.
Bruh, who wrote the fucking dialogue for this movie? Man, every single conversation drags because the interactions between the characters are comically bad. On the real, I literally said “what the fuck” while watching a scene where Pac is recording “Brenda’s Got A Baby.” The scene is supposed to convey Pac’s need to improve his circumstances, but just makes him look like an asshole who’s barking on some hapless engineer. The dialogue simply isn’t good enough to properly depict his mental state.
Next, the film goes from 1971, the year of his birth, to 1991 in the first twenty minutes. So, the filmmakers can dedicate two hours to the last five years of his life, but barely flesh out the formative years that made him? Son, I don’t want to simply see a reenactment of his finals days. Pac was all over the damn news during these years, fam. A lot of us already know about the fuck shit he got himself into. On the other hand, delving into his childhood with Afeni and Mutulu Shakur could’ve been eye-opening. Delving into his time in Marin City, California could’ve been informative. Honestly, it would’ve given the audience some context into why Pac behaved the way he did.
Moving on, the movie is also inaccurate. I mean, Jada said it herself. In real life, Pac never read her the letter he wrote for her. He never told her he was going to California. Also, they never had an argument about his tomfoolery at one of his concerts. To make matters worse, Pac is using a cotdamn iPhone in one of the scenes! Good fucking Lord, man! This entire film is half-baked and half-assed. L.T. Hutton and Benny Boom should be thoroughly ashamed of themselves, son.
In the end, I can’t recommend this movie to anyone. I wasted my money on this shit, fam. Keeping it a buck, this travesty took two and a half hours of my life, bruh. Seriously, I had to go play The Don Killuminati to get this shit out of my head. Needless to say, this film isn’t Straight Outta Compton. Ultimately, I guess we can blame that movie for making fools think this bullshit would work. *Sigh* LC out.