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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.
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.
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…
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…
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…
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.
A group of inner city teenagers living in Harlem are trying their best to have a normal life. Q (Omar Epps) wants to be a DJ. Bishop (Tupac Shakur) would rather they take a faster path to success via the gangsta life.
This is an excellent and tense film that has kind of fallen off the radar in the modern world. I think it stands out as one of the best of its time. It holds its own with similarly themed films like Menace II Society and Boyz n the Hood.
This is the directorial debut of Ernest Dickerson. He was the cinematographer on some stone cold instant classics from Spike Lee. His work on Do the Right Thing (1989)…
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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