“The world is mine, yo!”
Ever since Master P found sucess with his straight-to-video flicks, the Rapsloitation genre has spread like wildfire. The basic formula involves watching Scarface a few times, writing a corny, updated version of the story and calling up a few rappers to make cameo’s. Statistic meets all these criteria and then some, as the cover bills Mobb Deep, Redman and the Lost Boyz as starring. What this actually means is that Prodigy appears for about 10 seconds, Mr. Cheeks and ‘em are in a scene, and Redman features as a semi-retarded gunman.
Another important feature of any Rapsloitation flick is cheap production values, so don’t be suprised when you spot the boom microphone dropping into the shot during the second scenc. Don’t forget a cliched storyline – yup, Statistic has got that as well. Footie (Lawrence Page, who also wrote and directed this jammie) gets out of jail, reunites with his girl and tries to go the straight and narrow. When this doesn’t work out – guess what? He falls back into the “streetlife”. No prizes for guessing how this all ends. Along the way we get to enjoy some beatdowns that make the WWF look convincing, a few gunfights and some generally confusing plot twists. This film is so bad it’s almost good.
Fats – The Bossman – packing the fudge of some poor bastard who owed him cash.
“What?!? Onyx bit this shit offa me, son!”
“How’s 50, dun?”
“Oh snap, that reminds me I gotta pick up some Phillies for him after this scene.”
Leave ‘em froze like heron in your nose.
“Ay! Remember The Afros? Me neither.”
“Get Retarded” like Craig Mack‘s first record.
“Wanna see a white boy dance?”
Pass that ketchup!
Review copy supplied courtesy of Think Tank Marketing.
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