If there’s one thing I love more than cinema and all things geek, it’s hip-hop. From growing up around my parents’ love for gangsta rap, to going through school during Eminem’s glory days, to some rather unfortunate attempts at being an rapper myself, it’s been a big factor on my upbringing. Probably one of the major songs that I can point to for being responsible for that is NWA’s Straight Outta Compton, which my mother would often have playing around the house and in the car. Yeah, hearing her rapping along with the music might be the whitest thing short of Birth Of A Nation, but the timeless beat work and aggressive lyricism of those cats from Compton still resonate with me to this day. So, ever since the news hit that this biopic would be coming out, I have essentially been surfing on my own salivation over this film. But is this actually going to be that rare cross-section that people like me only get once in a blue moon? Dear Lord, I hope so.
