Spotlight
Believe the hype. Seeing Ruffalo act so fidgety was a weird change of pace, and was almost distracting, but it worked. Grade
A.
Straight Outta Compton
I can't grade this movie as I missed the first thirty or so minutes, which sound like the best. I
can observe, though, that while the movie makes a compelling case that the group gave voice to underrepresented and deep passions on pressing issues, it also (perhaps unintentionally) made a compelling case that these individuals had nothing of substance to say. During a press conference scene, smarmy white reporters chastise them for their lyrical content, and they reply that they're just reflecting their reality and exercising their free speech. Fair enough.
But have they got anything to
say about it all, or are they just as happy reflecting their new reality of contract negotiations and celebrity beefs as they were the streets they came from? From the looks of it, no, and
according to recent reports, Dre, who the movie portrays as the kindest and best of the group, now sells headphones made for about $18 at a
tenfold markup. Is he not then a crook? I'm a rap ignoramus, but I heard bolder truths in the four minutes of Tupac's "Changes" than the two or so hours of the movie I caught.