In 1997, rap superstars Tupac Shakur and Christopher Wallace (aka Biggie Smalls, The Notorious B.I.G.) were gunned down in separate incidents, the apparent victims of hip hop's infamous east-west rivalry. Nick Broomfield's film introduces Russell Poole, an ex-cop with damning evidence that suggests the LAPD deliberately fumbled the case to conceal connections between the police, LA gangs and Death Row Records, the label run by feared rap mogul Marion "Suge" Knight.
Bristles with the sort of passion and bold purpose so often lacking in contemporary nonfiction filmmaking.
– Manohla Dargis,
Los Angeles Times,
3 Oct 2002
rotten:
Most of the information has already appeared in one forum or another and, no matter how Broomfield dresses it up, it tends to speculation, conspiracy theories or, at best, circumstantial evidence.
– Richard Harrington,
Washington Post,
24 Oct 2002
rotten:
Broomfield's style of journalism is hardly journalism at all, and even those with an avid interest in the subject will grow impatient.
– Alona Wartofsky,
Washington Post,
25 Oct 2002
fresh:
You don't need to know your Ice-T's from your Cool-J's to realize that as far as these shootings are concerned, something is rotten in the state of California.
– John Petrakis,
Chicago Tribune,
9 Jan 2003
fresh:
Compulsively watchable and endlessly inventive as it transforms Broomfield's limited materials into a compelling argument.