friday, august 2nd
biggie and tupac
tonight we went to see biggie and tupac. as i expected, the documentary made me feel giddy and sea-sick; and in a way it reminded me of that time i read about the girl who went to see "kurt and courtney" at some almost empty movie theatre in california. she puked up her popcorn because of the swaying camera, and spent the rest of the film lying on her back at the space right in front of the screen. i read that book in california, the sounds of san fransisco at my feet.
there was something which had way more of an impact on me in this film than "kurt and courtney" did. and it's hard to explain why because i have heard everything by nirvana and by hole (and used to adore them), whereas i've heard very little by tupac or biggie smalls. it's the way it was set up, i guess. nick broomfield digs deeper. the person who they believe shot biggie is named, all sorts of new evidence comes up.
the story unfolds, with innumerable twists and turns like any other movie; and when at the end i heard a sweet little goofy story about biggie, that's when it really hit me that all this stuff was real.
i mean, i knew it was all real but that's when it hit me. it's fucked up and sad that these two musicians got killed; and even more so because of the reasons why it happened. it all seems so depressing. i read one review of this movie on-line which said that it's so terrible how rap culture creates murders such as the ones of biggie and tupac. but i think what the documentary was saying, and saying well, was that greed fucks everything up.
i am glad i saw this movie.
keep ya head up!
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