This documentary investigates the still unsolved murders of rap superstars Christopher Wallace (aka Biggie Smalls, the Notorious B.I.G.) and Tupac Shakur. (Roxie Releasing)
One of the better documentaries I’d seen in years — it plays like a suspense thriller because that’s exactly what it is.
At best, a half-finished puzzle, but Broomfield leaves you with questions that few investigators have even dared to ask.
Broomfield conducts riveting interviews with a former LAPD officer, Biggie’s fiercely protective mother and assorted hangers-on, but the actual thrust of his evidence seems almost irrelevant.
Whether or not you buy Mr. Broomfield’s findings, the film acquires an undeniable entertainment value as the slight, pale Mr. Broomfield continues to force himself on people and into situations that would make lesser men run for cover.
This is Oliver Stone country, but Broomfield’s self-effacing affect is more Woody Allen,
Tends to speculation, conspiracy theories or, at best, circumstantial evidence.
This time out, Broomfield comes up with maybe enough halfway decent material for a 10-minute segment on a second-rate tabloid TV show.