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So tonight I finally got around to seeing Straight Outta Compton and here’s my review of how it was executed. I felt like it was the Dr. Dre show. I was like Gyat damn, like…are there other members in this group? I feel it was cast pretty well. Lil Cube did a good job, but I question how hard it is to play your dad. The Dr. Dre dude was cool. I feel like Dre doesn’t have much personality so what was I really looking for the actor to do. The dude who played Eazy was good. I’d forgotten about his expressions and mannerisms. He was lovable. I was so impressed with Yella and the actor who played him. I wish he’d been more prominent. I want to meet him. He was the life of the party! I loved when he was tryna steal Lorenzo’s bitch, lol! Shouts out to the actor who played Lorezno! That boy good!
Ok, so why ain’t none of ya’ll tell me Aldis Hodge fine mothafuckin ass played Ren? Ugh, loves him. He is a very slept on actor.
It was interesting to see the timeline of events again. Because they started when I was like 4, I had no real memories of them until about 89-90. I remember we lived in the “New Buildings” of the Webbies at that time and the girl upstairs came down and told my sister that there was music videos on a channel on UHF. We had Papa Charlie’s old black and white tv with a hanger out the back for reception. The button that changed the channels was broken so my sister had to use pliers to get to Channel 58 to see the “We Love Eazy”video.” She shocked herself on the open wiring on the back of the TV, but damn it we was watching videos on what we came to learn was The Box!
So, the D.O.C. is the one who brought Suge Knight around? He is a virus, justa fuckin up shit! I forgot that Cube busted up the white man’s shit! Their relationship with Jerry Hiller reminds me of that old belief of “if you get you a good white person.” He turned out to not be good and was very adept at pitting Eazy against the group. I can’t help but feel salty at how the white man came between them. I think he preyed on Eazy. He saw a weakness in him and he used it to his advantage. I didn’t know Cube did most of the writing. I luvs his intelligence and militancy. O’Shea is my favorite! He has the most beautifulest eyebrows I have ever seen. I might name my first born after him. Shouts out to the deseg program! He went to Taft, lol. If he ever gets a divorce….HEYYYYYY!
One thing I never understood was, How did Eazy die so quickly? Granted I was 13 when it happened so the facts were above my level of understanding. The timeline of him announcing he had AIDS and dying was so quick. There had to have been years of health issues that were ignored and swept under the rug for him to have deteriorated so fast! I remember where I was when the news dropped; The McCoy house in Macon, MS. Ms. Linda called us in, the news was breaking on MTV.
The guy who played Pac looked like him. KEWL! Pretty smile fulla teef! I do agree with other bloggers about the absolute absence of the female players in the story yet that random ass white lady was always being seen with Dre. Harpo, who she? She is a non-mothafuckin factor in the story. At least they said Michel’le’s name. The dude who played Snoop looked like somebody’s Uncle Bobby. The Bye Felicia line was cheesy as fuck! I loved seeing Cube writing Friday!
Wait, uh ughn! At the end they was showing Cube and Dre’s accomplishments. I don’t recall seeing Bone in there for Eazy, Just sayin! Bone better than any of the others’ proteges. MO MURDA!
It was a good movie and I foresee this being the newest black film that will be added to the DVD collections of the black family. It’ll be right beside Coming To America, The Color Purple, and Friday. It also made me realize that nothing has changed in damn near 30 years of pushing for more freedom of expression as black people. Police are still killing us and there are times when it feels like we’ll never truly overcome. They’ll just wrap the oppression in a new package and for a couple of generations we’ll be satiated til freedom pangs start to rise from our stomachs. Straight Outta Mental Slavery.
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