This promising all-star gangster movie fell so flat.
Director George Tillman Jr. adapts a police brutality story for a specific audience, yet manages to make it universal.
Preposterous and surreal, with a stilted performance at its centre, this is nevertheless a guilt-free pleasure.
People often ask me why Montreal doesn’t have a hip hop festival, musing that promoters don’t work hard enough, or want too much money, or that “artists don’t respect us.”
There are elements of each observation (save the last) that at least invite intelligent analysis. Usually I point out that Montreal’s economy and the proportionate audience for a hip hop event can’t justify the risk it takes to put something like that together. Ask some of these local so-called “greedy local rap promoters” what special hell a single rapper can put them through.
Filthy, wet, calloused, tattered and lightly battered, Cult MTL is back from the field. And what a fucking field.
Need help navigating the awesome three-day music festival known as Osheaga? Sit back and let Cult MTL be your guide with 15 videos by the artists we’re most excited about.
For the last two-and-a-half years, I happily scrambled, late, late into Sunday nights to meet Monday deadlines for the Mirror. It was never hard to find ill local shit to get excited about, and that others would be down for, in those last seconds.
Granted, it is my job as a reporter to go out and find. So I do.