It's like a millennial "Zabriskie Point": the characters take turns making skin-deep observations about youth today in "conversations" that are all exposition and nothing else. They may as well address the camera directly. There are no heroes here, but the whites come across the worst: there's a sycophantic documentarian and her predatory homosexual husband, a hired murderer who will do anything to fit in with the black rap crowd, an unbalanced detective whose game is entrapment and blackmail, his cold-blooded ex-girlfriend (an intellectual who begins one conversation by saying, "Did you know that Paleolithic women...?"), a crooked, publicity-hungry D. A., a band of slick Italian stereotypes, and so on. Street life is idealized here as being somehow more virtuous, and the blacks in the film are more self-aware and honest, but the message inadvertantly sent is not flattering to anyone, and no real issues are explored. It would be harmless enough if it didn't pretend to such gravity; it's offensive as is. 1/10
Review of Black & White
