natneg84-890-882340
I dont usually listen to rap but this movie made me enjoy it. This was a surprisingly good movie following Patricia who yearns to make a name for herself as a rapper. Excellent performance from Danielle Macdonald. She brought all kind of emotions to the screen and that was very refreshing. The dialogue was a little cliched at times but it felt very authentic all throughout.
Jithin K Mohan
This was a genuine surprise. With so many films that deal with such an underdog story, it kind of felt like they were just tweaking things to make it original when I first heard about it. But it was much better than I hoped. A struggling overweight white female trying to be a rapper didn't interest me much but it's how the characters and situations are written that makes it so engaging and fresh. Also, the director having experience with music videos, seems to know how to pick songs. Keeping blues and rap side by side and a stunning finale song. Danielle Macdonald has given one of the best performance of the year. Still, the familiar tropes and some obvious parallels to other films are the minor drawbacks here.
thirtyfivestories
Poetry seeps into the cracked pavement of New Jersey. Not in stanzas, but in bars. The poets do not recite their work, they spit it. Their lines are shanks with jagged edges. They draw blood through their opponent's insecurities. When a battle transpires, the participants sign on to gladiatorial bout that does not conclude until the loser lies motionless outside of a gas station.Patti does not write for these moments, but these moments will cement her social standing. Resorting to ugliness empowers her rhymes with putrid fury. Even the knock off drug dealers affirm her fire. She is an insecure tyrant wary of haters, and drunk for admires. Her emerald dreams place her on a throne of excess, yet she wakes in a nicotine flavored home. Her main man Jheri has the body shape of an anti-depressant. He has not abandoned his Indian roots, and pays homage to Bollywood exuberance in his verses. Paired with Patti, the duo slap out beats from her Chevy's hood, and belt out lamentations of Dirty Jersey life. Patti's mother has her head in toilets all over town. Her daughter is her designated bartender and hair-holder. Barb was a hair rocker of yesterday, but now her records play in the cluttered kitchen, accompanied by drug store wine. Once a leach of men, now a leach of her dwindling family. Patti has to stomach her mother proclaim the two of them as "sisters".Nana, Patti's grandmother, chain smokes her way to her deceased husband. Patti knows she loves limericks, so she composes a new one with each morning's brushstrokes. They are often lewd, but Nana is a sick old woman. Each bellowing laugh puts her soul closer lung failure, but they both know every bit helps."Superstar" is Patti's name in Nana's eyes. Her songs are crafted with supreme resentment. Her very existence is described as an accident, and her appearance is a giant piñata in a crowd of immature hoodlums. The chip on her shoulder is crater created by an asteroid the size of a scummy New England town. Barreling through these attacks, New York is only one break away.
