Superfly

This high-gloss take on Gordon Parks Jr’s funky vision of the hustle goes so far into sheer, unabashed rap-video excess that calling it gratuitous would miss the point. Until it suddenly, brutally isn’t. Full Review

It works because the characters keep things anchored to some kind of dramatic reality. Full Review

Beyond the obvious complaints about objectification of women, this second feature from the Canadian who calls himself Director X is just a bore. Full Review

A competent yet glossy and hermetic street-hustle drug thriller, less a new urban myth than a lavishly concocted episode. It holds your attention yet leaves you with nothing. Full Review

What's intriguing, and occasionally even thrilling, about Director X's movie is that it's also as unabashedly cheesy as the original. Full Review

In this misbegotten update, Travis Jackson is upstaged by his upswept hair. If hair could act, the Jackson tresses would be up for a follicular Oscar. Too bad Director X gets lost in ambitions he has no idea how to execute. What a mess. Full Review

How Youngblood Priest deals with the Man this time around may be the stuff of purest revenge fantasy, but it also touches a nerve that is hard to dismiss as anything but real. Full Review

As late-night entertainment SuperFly is not without its charms. Full Review