As a so called 'cracka' growing up in the 'hood of South Central as a youth I found it very easy to relate to the trials and tribulations of our young protagonist Derrick. The racial injusitces and daily whuppin's that he underwent benchmark a larger problem in this society that we call "Amerikkka." It's a travesty that a young melanin-deficient fool can't get the propers that he so righteosuly deserves. I especially empathized with his plight during the tour de force of the film: The "dick statue" speech. While tongue in cheek, I felt Derrick embodying the pain of a repressed nation of white boys "keepin' it real" from the mountains of Virginia to the trailer parks of Wyoming. And that poor lost 12 year-old negro. What was the deal with him? A shoddy plot contrivance in an otherwise sterling montage to the values of society today. I too feel the pain of swimming in the pool of a collective 200 individuals urine(s). And who doesn't know what it's like to have four brutha's chasin' they ass ready to cap yo' bitchass over a simple misunderstandin' relatin' to some bitch-ass triznick. By the way, that one ho' with the love sore all up on her mouth? That beyeyeyeyahhchchch was fine yo!!! In summary, a motion picture well worth yo' hard earned scrilla ... especially if you be colored vanilla. I'd like to give some shout outs to all my former potnas still rollin' with the game in the SCLA. South Central Los Angeles foo'. Peace to Lil' Dap, Big Pookie, Tripod, Snake-Dog, and the rest of my bruthas in lockdown. I be out.
Review of The Breaks
