Straight Outta Compton
2015, R, 147 min. Directed by F. Gary Gray. Starring O’Shea Jackson Jr., Corey Hawkins, Jason Mitchell, Neil Brown Jr., Aldis Hodge, Marlon Yates Jr., R. Marcos Taylor, Carra Patterson, Paul Giamatti, Keith Powers, Keith Stanfield.
REVIEWED By Marc Savlov, Fri., Aug. 14, 2015
The fact that I’ve slotted a track by Compton, Calif.’s original gangsta rap supergroup, NWA, into my upcoming wedding playlist (alongside other African-American sonic incendiaries such as Gil Scott-Heron and Nina Simone) speaks volumes about NWA’s sustained cultural relevance and musical integrity. They took the fiery braggadocio of early-Eighties East New York hip-hop, dialed it up to “11,” busted the knob off, and then set it ablaze while flipping the bird to the LAPD and the PMRC (Parents Music Resource Center) in equal measure. That’s some serious DIY punk rock in my book. Justifiably running nearly two-and-a-half hours, F. Gary Gray’s warts-and-all biopic, Straight Outta Compton, sizzles with the recalled and utterly still-relevant rage of young black men caught up and repeatedly knocked down by a society that, to this day, favors old, rich white guys over everyone else. There’s nothing old-school at all about the themes explored in Straight Outta Compton, and the story of a poor but talented group of young black artists mismanaged by a paler shade of manager and the resulting internecine flash points are nothing new, either, but thanks to near-perfect casting, serious attention to period detail, and the still-simmering frustration (and rage) at the heart of the NWA story, Straight Outta Compton is a fittingly gritty tribute to the rap group that launched a thousand imitators. (And compared to today’s mainstream, watery hip-hop, NWA still gets your ears' attention from beat one onward, kinda like aggravated assault.)
Screenwriters Jonathan Herman and Andrea Berloff have necessarily condensed the decade-plus story of NWA, their rocky relationship with manager/impresario/swindler Jerry Heller (a terrific turn by the always-welcome Giamatti), and their interplay with convicted felon turned grandiose Death Row Records head Suge Knight (Taylor), but still manage to tell the tale relatively accurately. They’ve even slipped in some outright comic moments, a palliative to what might have been an otherwise grim tale of rags to riches to the unexpected death, from AIDS, of founding member Eric “Eazy-E” Wright at age 31 in 1995.
As Eazy, Mitchell (Broken City) perfectly captures the diminutive rapper’s street bravado and punchy style, Jheri curls and all. Hawkins’ Dr. Dre, the master producer behind the magic mixing board is also spot-on, and Jackson Jr.’s Ice Cube is all fire and ice, not yet the lyrical mastermind he would later become but still a force to be reckoned with. In a swift, throwaway scene that nevertheless foreshadows Cube’s eventual multimedia domination, we see him writing the script for his cinematic debut Friday, which was helmed by Straight Outta Compton director Gray back in the day.
Recounting Eighties reality for the big screen, with a story as sprawling as NWA’s, is bound to leave out some of the adrenalized excess that made the group superstars in the first place. There’s only so much you can cram into this already overstuffed true-life story without bogging things down in unnecessary expeditionary interludes, and Gray keeps those to a minimum, wisely following the dictum to show and not tell. Buoyed by a soundtrack that’ll have fortysomethings cracking open 40-ounces and recalling a marginally simpler, if still chaotic, time in their lives, Straight Outta Compton’s bark is just as snarly-cool as its bite. Take that, Tipper Gore.
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Straight Outta Compton, F. Gary Gray, O’Shea Jackson Jr., Corey Hawkins, Jason Mitchell, Neil Brown Jr., Aldis Hodge, Marlon Yates Jr., R. Marcos Taylor, Carra Patterson, Paul Giamatti, Keith Powers, Keith Stanfield