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In the Ghettos of Harlem you don't buy respect... you earn it.
Four Harlem friends -- Bishop, Q, Steel and Raheem -- dabble in petty crime, but they decide to go big by knocking off a convenience store. Bishop, the magnetic leader of the group, has the gun. But Q has different aspirations. He wants to be a DJ and happens to have a gig the night of the robbery. Unfortunately for him, Bishop isn't willing to take no for answer in a game where everything's for keeps.
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Uma Questão de Respeito, 哈雷兄弟, Juice - City War, Hosszú lé, רחובות אלימים, Авторитет, Respekt, Pagarba, ジュース, 돌아온 이탈자 2, Szacunek
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17 Jan 1992
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This review may contain spoilers. I can handle the truth.
Juice is a horror movie in disguise. Tupac Shakur fades in from the shadows like Michael Myers. In a high school re-imagining of the classic bathroom mirror gag, he materialises out of nowhere when a school locker door is closed. He stalks and kills, gagging for death and violence. He's a slasher with a gun. The horror vibes already mean I love this, but there's so much more to enjoy outside of Tupac's evil turn. There's a phenomenal score from Public Enemy's production team and a soundtrack filled with amazing tracks. The locations are grimy and shot with a slick early 90s touch. Samuel L. Jackson and Queen Latifah show up. There's a DJ battle. The dialogue is ridiculous and brilliant. Juice is something I can see myself returning time and time again. Maybe next year I'll save it for Halloween.
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Everybody wants the Juice, but in the end there can be only one. Early morning bullshit. Baby mama drama. Who the fuck talks shit to Tupac? Sam Jackson before he said mother fucker a lot. Street fuckin' Fighter. Running from the law. Sex, Money, Murder. The record store. Distracting the help. A pay phone. The cigarette machine. Armed fuckin' robbery. Older fuckin' women. Fuckin' Flex. The gun. DJ battles. Fab Five fuckin' Freddy. Emcee Queen. G fuckin' Q. The perfect alibi. The way Tupac wears his hat. Headshot! A holy-fuckin'-shit-I-still-can't-fuckin'-believe-that-crazy-fuckin'-shit-just-fuckin'-happened-even-though-I-first-saw-this-shit-twenty-plus-fuckin'-years-ago moment. Always hide guns under loose bricks. A game of bad cop / badder cop. Tupac's eyes. No man is above the crew. Bishop going all Westside on a mother…
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Ernest Dickerson is a great artist. All you need is one to prove it. Probably not overstating things to say that this movie changed my life.
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The debut of regular Spike Lee cinematographer-turned-director Ernest R. Dickerson is a Harlem high school melodrama that with the mid-film introduction of a gun and a crime-gone-wrong becomes a pulpy and brutal morality play horror movie about the cycle of street power, violence and self-destructive desperation that tragically swallows this friend group. At 95 minutes it makes a few sudden narrative and tonal whiplashes (and you could argue the moralizing is a tad on the heavy-handed side) but there is too much to love in here to ignore. All the authentic Harlem hangout detail/location work (the arcade, the DJ battle!), the energetic fresh-faced cast (including a very wide-eyed and haunted Omar Epps helplessly witnessing all this pain around him), a…
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To be honest, I heard about the movie mainly because of Tupac, and that's what really caught my attention. Besides that, I knew nothing about the movie, so I came to this completely blind.
And well, I'm partly disappointed that Tupac didn't have as much of a starring role as I thought he would, although he did a very good job. The real star is none other than Omar Epps who I wouldn't say is his best role, but it's up there. The script for my opinion works well because it takes a lot of inspiration from other "hood films" of the era, such as Boyz From The Hood and Menace II Society (though as some pointed out it could…
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Can't wait to start using the "just 'cause you pour syrup on shit doesn't make it pancakes!" line in my daily life.
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did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? proving nature's laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. i'll include some profusely evaluative and personal thoughts in an essay you'll hopefully see on the homepage on here in a month's time. for now, all i have to say is that we never have; and never will, see another densely poetic display of Black male camaraderie in the midst of inner city life such as this. we never have—and never will—see an actor like Pac on screen again.
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So I've dug my teeth into 90s hood flicks quite a bit recently, and this one was on my horizon for some time for various reasons. One of those being it's soundtrack, and of course because it stars the late Tupac Shakur no less.
Quincy (Omar Epps), Bishop (Shakur), Raheem and Eric are four inner-city friends growing up in the mean streets of Harlem, New York, who are either skipping school to go to the arcade or getting into trouble with local police or rival gangs. Whereas Quincy (or "Q") has aspirations of being a becoming a world-class DJ, Bishop is far more interested in earning the respect of the streets, or "the juice" as it's often called. That's when…
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The beginning starts off all nice and casual but the whole story takes a dark turn out of no where. The plot quickly goes from funny and fresh to intense and suspenseful.
I honestly had no idea where the story was going to go at first but wow, I sure did enjoy every minute of it.
Besides the adrenaline pumping plot, the characters are nicely structured.
Tupac's character especially. He had me so terrified, popping out of shadows out of no where. Y'all thought Michael B. Jordan was a great villain (which he is), you should definitely check out Tupac's character in this movie. So insane.
Opposite of Tupac is Omar Epps, with his character Q.
I loved how his…
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While four friends are robbing a convenient store, one of them gets carried away by the power of a gun. The gun gives him the Juice to turn his reckless attitude into reckless behavior. It's on like dynamite from there on out.
I like how the first half plays like a drama and the second half plays out like a slasher movie with a gun. The story has the perfect amount of character development between the four main characters. Tupac Shakur as Bishop, owns every scene that he's in with his voice and charisma. Omar Epps puts on a good show aswell while playing Q. The other two guys give solid performances.
This movie still felt very powerful, despite the…
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At what point does Dickerson get the respect he deserves? Juice should be mentioned in the 90s crime canon alongside Heat, Bad Lieutenant, anything Scorsese/Tarantino made, etc. It even references Chinatown and White Heat!
It's also incredibly wise: "Just 'cause you pour syrup on something doesn't make it pancakes!"