100 Kilos (2001) Online

In contrast to the only other comment about this movie, I found it somewhat entertaining and in possession of fairly decent production values compared to other "gangsta" flicks. In fact, some of the principal actors and actresses managed to gain our sympathy, despite the fact that they were pushing dope to make a quick fortune. The main character, Rick, wasn't a bad actor (except for the scene where he met Veronica and the scene when he asked her to live with him). The "pimp/killer" who got the guys started on the road to selling dope did a good job with his portrayal as the crack smoking middle-aged man who advised the guys never to use their product or they would end up going down. Rick's second in command wasn't bad, either, and Tee Tee, who took up the slack once the primaries were sent to the Big House, gave a convincing performance as the smart young bad guy with a sense of decency who was set up by an undercover agent posing as his sexy girlfriend. Several other attractive females graced the flick, as well, including a temptress at the swimming pool named Co-Co (Jamaica Charley), Rick's girlfriend, Veronica (Crystal Scales) and the pimp/killer's lady friend who ventured out into the living room wearing nothing but a see-thru top when the guys came over to seek his advice about the drug trade.

Some of the shots of L.A. from the air were good and the cinematography in general was of fairly decent quality. Finally, the theme at the end sticks in the mind. "I'm a hustla, hustla, rich niggah, I'm a hustla hustla, yo niggah, I'm a hustla, hustla..." I watched this flick a second time tonight and thought it more notable than at my first viewing several months ago.

Yo! Da ghetto boyz r in da hood. Deyz in da houze. Deyz everywhere...

Ok, we all (more or less) know about Ronand Regan and company all having some involvement in selling drugs for the Contra Rebels. Yes this was the biggest case of political corruptness the United States has ever seen and will ever see for some time. Of course since all the media for the most part are owned by global corporations that have no interest in doing stories on a subject matter that protrays them in a bad light, we heard very little about it (unless you went to independant news sources like the Guardian).

As awful a crime as this was (govt essentially brokering deals to bring in drugs to the urban areas for sales to raise funds for military projects abroad), this movie was worse. I won't go into the 3 digit budget this film commands. I won't go into the fine cinematography or the well written and scripted plot. It sucked, plain and simple. If you have nothing better than assisted breathing to do, then this fime might be on your, "i'll get around to it someday but I am in no rush" list.

A couple of urban boyz (when not on a well kept tennis court) decided to do something better in life other than stealing cars for a living. So they sold drugs. Sold more drugs, read poorly scripted curse words, drove a nonfunctioning prop car around and met the cast of Super Fly and I am Gonna Git You Sucka.

If life is like this in the urban world (I haven't seen anything like this in LA, Baltimore, DC or NYC) then basically the boyz need to get up of their asses and stop being in movies like this. Selling drugs looks like a good idea compared to being in a movie like this. In addition most of the people inthis movie used fake names out of embarrassment I suspect. Alan Smithee even used a fake name for this film.

This wretchedly edited narrative is salvaged from being utter dreck because it does not kowtow to corporate principles of glamour presentation. The acting is amateurish to a fault but genuine in portraying the character of East L.A. as it was and largely still is, less the ready availability of automatic weapons. My greatest regret was that it fails to show Freeway Rick's actual modus operandi. For those seeking the facts underpinning this recount, cf. Gary Webb's reportage instigated by Freeway Rick's testimony from San Diego MCC. Further substantiation is available from both volumes of Maxine Waters' federal congressional hearings which ultimately compelled admission that intelligence agencies did indeed know this perverse corruption of minority mores was the result of surreptitiously underwritten proxy warfare.