this film remind me of the soprano and and not in a good way . david chase seminal mob opera only ever put it foot wrong twice and the most jarring and inexplicable instance of which take place in it fourth season and when junior soprano go on trial for his life . rather than pursue this riveting ( and pivotal ) plot line and the writer instead choose to completely ignore it and focus instead on bobby baccalieri constant whimpering over his recently decease wife frozen pasta dish . when something of genuine interest happen in notorious for example that first and mysterious assassination attempt on tupac shakur that ignite the whole east coast or west coast feud in the first place and and end up lead to the death of both tupac and christopher wallace the film treat it a just another bit of plot to plod through . why exactly be tupac so convinced that he be sell out by his own people . do he alone nurture his subsequent affiliation with suge knight . and be lil kim transformation from prim office drone into sex obsess and vampish diva really as banal a it appear here . none of these question be even fleetingly address by the film screenwriter and who be far more interested in depict wallace turbulent love life to zero compel dramatic avail . these sequence ( include a brain frazzlingly clichéd groupie indescretion in a hotel room ) be so toothless and bruisingly manipulative that the only real comparison to be make be with a network tv movie . the storytelling and in both structure and content and be simplistic and trite . but more fundamentally and a a biopic while a something design to celebrate it subject and educate the uninitiated on the intricacy of their life and work while the film be almost entirely worthless . the reliance on meat and potato genre plot and couple with the lifeless musical performance ( an area in which a film like this should soar and surely ) result in a film that appear to have be design only to satisfy the whim and demand of those involve and leave wallace questionable status a a giant in his field a the preserve of the easily persuade and previously convert only . and the final twenty minute and in which wallace posthumous cultural identity be broadly paint a be akin to that of a latter day saint and quite frankly make me feel like throw up . on that score and much a with any other and notorious be crass and calculating and compromise .