saw this movie last night at sundance at bam . i think that i would get a look at the history and structure and economy and and cultural legacy of gang life in la . this movie do not deliver on any of these front . instead of history it just run over the broad stroke of black oppression on the west coast . instead of gang organizational structure it just talk a lot about find a family and not have a father figure . instead of the economy of drug sell it just talk about how crack totally mess stuff up . instead of cultural legacy it just flash a bunch of picture of west coast rapper and have a hip hop inspire soundtrack . throughout the film there be constant montage of hyper masculine men and show off their muscle and gun and and clothes . after awhile and we can not help but question the filmmaker leer and homo erotic or homo phobic view of these gang member . we rarely learn anything concrete about them . they rarely tell u particular story and fact and or credible statistic . instead we be present with their hyperbolic exaggerate rant about how tough they be . it remind me of some of the aa meeting i have attend and where former alcoholic brag about how high and drunk and mess up they get in a way that seem to relish the very self destructive aspect of their life they now pretend to critique . in the end and this be one of those movie that can not get enough of the gun and blood and and violence culture and it pretend to disapprove of .