November 05, 2007


The funny thing about American Gangster is that it's a drug movie whose issues mirror addiction itself: numbing, repetitive, chronically refusing to address it's own problems, the movie never satisfies the way that first trailer did, and in the end there is no way to rationalize or justify it. Moralizing of any sort would be wholly inconvienent, but after almost three hours of turning a drug dealer into an idol over the fact that he was disciplined about making a living off death and drugs, the film resolves itself, making good by pulling some we're-all-in-the-same-gang cop/crook buddyizing solution, like it's The Fox and the Hound moving kilos.
8 and 3/4ths of a large thumb down-down.

Posted by Jessica at November 5, 2007 07:46 PM | TrackBack