This is another one of those interminable documentaries about some truly awful people. The problem is that the key characters are so vile, self-centered, posturing, and basically clueless that it's difficult to care much about what happened to them. If you're fascinated by gang culture, rap music, and wannabe gangstas, I suppose it might be worth a watch -- but the endless repetition of opinions and foggy details by the interviewees who comprise roughly 80 percent of this nearly two-hour screed made this a challenging watch for me. And in the end, you really don't know much more for certain about the murders of Biggie and Tupac than you did before. You do however get to see what nasty, narcissistic people they all were. In any case, my only suggestion if you opt to endure this film is to keep a vomit bag close at hand.
