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Tupac: Resurrections 

Better Off Dead

It's been seven years since he's been murdered, yet Tupac Amaru Shakur -- one of America's worst nightmares come to life -- still continues to haunt and offend. His numerous posthumous works, whether on CD or film, keep popping up remixed and re-mastered to the point of redundancy.


In the MTV Diary-style documentary Tupac: Resurrections, directed by MTV director Lauren Lazin, you watch the flaming sword that is Shakur's tongue, you revisit his shootings, you re-marvel his simultaneous affairs with different celebrity women and re-live all the moments you were ever captured by Shakur's brazen and scandalous revolts ... and the whole experience falls flat.


Not that this movie thought they would really resurrect the dead, but what's needed more than just another remembrance is revelation. And like so many bios and pretend auto-bios floating around about Shakur's life Resurrections fails to shed any new light or understanding about anything that went on in Shakur's life that we haven't already heard or read a gazillion times in other articles, movies and forums.


It's hard to sit through a two-hour movie that while, it celebrates the life of a man loved by millions, can't seem to find his killer or even a sound theory on why he was killed, and feel revived. And Tupac has already been cloned by the industry ad infinitum. We're in an era where the current rap-thug-superstar, 50 Cent, was shot nine times and brags about it behind a Gucci-printed bulletproof vest and matching hat. But this is also an age where the squeakiest-clean black celebrity in America, Kobe Bryant, is currently in court fighting charges that actually landed Shakur in jail for close to a year.


What you get in Resurrections is cheesy chronicling on Shakur's life from cradle to grave, and how much he loved his niggas, his mom, his women, his Jada Pinkett-Smith and his Tony Danza. We learn the reason behind his loathing for rapper Notorious B.I.G., something the previous Shakur biopic from Nick Broomfield, Biggie and Tupac, seemed to want to leave out. In the particular beef between the rappers, both of whose murders still remain unsolved, we hope to learn the folly of these types of conflagrations that seem to love to air themselves out in the media.


But no, today we say with Dubbya Bush conviction, "Bring 'em on!" The result: 50 Cent versus Ja Rule, Kobe versus Shaq, Christina Aguilera versus Kelly Osbourne, Bill O'Reilly versus Michael Moore ... resurrect Tupac to this?



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