A complex subject matter, with even more complex, external ideas surrounding it, deserves more than this disjointed, underwhelming Lifetime-biopic can do for either. Tupac is simplified much like Hank Williams in I Saw the Light; he's smothered by a film that tries to race through events with desperately little development and cohesion. The music booms, some scenes shine, but the project criminally disappoints.
After watching and as total ignorant of Tupac before the movie, it's really hard to see why he was idolized. Other than what always happens (the cruel waste of a young creative live making fans fuel a myth bigger than life itself). The other stuff, that the movie does not avoid depicting, is almost on the edge of repulsive. The world he gave into was a world of indulgence and bullying and ego and shit worth nothing.*
Narrative stay's trapped to an unnecessary interview recollection format for too long in what ends up being a series of and then's that would fit as a lifetime movie. Would have been great if they had followed the story structure of Mann's Ali for Shakur's life instead.
La personalità gigantesca di Pac è resa piatta da delle scelte narrative agghiaccianti, che raccontano in modo strozzato piccoli pezzetti accennati della vita di Shakur, fallendo completamente nel dare profondità a tutte le cose incredibili che quest'uomo ha fatto per il genere e per la sua gente. Comprate il disco e mollate il biglietto, fate un favore a voi e alla memoria di Pac.
All Eyez On Me was not a great movie, or at least it wasn't for me. Due to its sketchy story-line I felt it relied heavily on the viewer's prescience, of which I had none. Without it I'm sure any other spectator would agree with me, in thinking it's a mess.