Friday, November 18, 2005

Not to hate but...

...Today's 'Get Rich Or Die Tryin'' screening was kinda, um, random. And doody.

Starting off with a speech in which Jimmy Iovine told the room how, once upon a time 15 years ago, Interscope invented hip-hop (along with helpfully educating the masses on such vague and unheralded concepts such as, um, 'America'), some old Oirish guy who wrote the script then equated the real life Fif's plight with that of an Irish political group fighting for an amendment to a bill of rights when the bill of rights didn't even exist in the first place (don't worry, the exciting bit where Fif' sells crack and shoots people will come soon; the satisfying completion of his analogy doesn't).

Then the film started with an excellent intro (screen shaking to the thump of the bass) before it all became a bit, well, passe. The plot seems a little confused at times, not sure whether to be an exact account of Curtis Jackson's (or, rather, Marcus's) life story, a flat-out slick HBO style gangsta show (the action scenes play out with slick execution and in your face violence), or a look at the salvation role of rap in the main character's life. He also appears to pretty much be shot in the head after five minutes, only for you to then find out that it was only his cheek that got hit in shades of popular 80s soap characters waking up to find out that it was all a dream.

It's also riddled with a ton of hip-hop culture chronological inaccuracies (the namechecking in rap of groups that weren't even formed by the time of the scene; completely messed up gig and album poster background paraphrenalia, again missing the time of the scene by batches of years; sneakers not out at the time the scene's set; clothing brands out of sync with the era's depicted). Which is just kinda really lame and the stuff you'd expect from an outsider team attemping to 'do' hip-hop, not a line-up that lived through it all.

The peculiar thing is that, mass appeal by the G-Unit-branded seaside bucket that Fif' has, you suspect that the kids won't be able to make it a box-office smash due to the film's age rating, while hip-hop heads will just sit there shaking their heads at the stream of things that really really irk to the point of making the whole thing reak with a sense of the disbelieving.

DVD with extras will sell billions of millions though.

After the screening the Old Boys then went to Muji and attempted to re-up their dress game into something altogether more grown and sexy, including woolen neck-warmers, 'classic' jackets, grey v-necks and scarfs that, alas, were apparently not thick enough or had too many tassles on them. They then went to Tower and read Murder Dog and a fascinating old school wrestling magazine while taking turns to listen to that great new Juelz Santana song that samples the 'Hey Mr Postman' track.

It's a hard shop life.

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Reasons To Love Rap: Number Two

The very existence of a record called 'Time To Throw A Chair'. Not 'Throw A Chair' or 'Time To Throw' but 'Time To Throw A Chair'. So specific.