
The first half of Straight Outta Compton is fun and exciting. It's just a bummer that we're still living in a world where perfunctory musical biopics are the rule. We have, in the last twenty years, moved to a place where kids from the streets of Compton, rapping profane and shocking things about the broken world around them, can be lionized and sanitized in the way that all the great white artists are. The fact that NWA - Niggaz Wit Attitudes, for the newbies in the audience - could get a by-the-numbers biopic is cause for celebration. That’s the experience of watching Straight Outta Compton: the first half is an electric journey through the underground world of early gangsta rap, but the second half is a tedious and by-the-numbers biopic that’s so concerned with contracts and monetary disputes that it feels like the gangstas were replaced with accountants.

They come back for a second album, and you’re pumped and then you listen to it and the whole thing is about touring and being famous and contracts and their shitty management.

You get really into them and they tour, hit TV, get popular.

You discover a new band and their first album is raw and energetic and full of vicious truth.
