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Highest 2 Lowest by Spike Lee Damn, when did Spike Lee lose his flame entirely? It’s been a long and slow decline, I know - occasional mediocre movies, more and more preaching and moralizing - but this latest one is a crevice, a precipice, a hole to nothingness, this righteous racial and social justice BS made out of cardboard and plywood, at best. Even Lee’s desperate attempts at self-repetition, at mimicking his own signature film style, his own music and camera work, fail. You don’t borrow a classic script from Akira Kurosawa and turn it into a rap wrestling-styled circus. And the same Denzel Washington - the father in my favorite Lee movie, He Got Game - oozes fake morality, fake ambiguity, and a lack of street wisdom. I honestly don’t know how much anyone must like Spike Lee’s cinema legacy to enjoy this film; it’s like singing praise to street mimes while confusing them with real antique Roman statues - now who really does that! The time of Clockers and Crooklyn, of Bamboozled and He Got Game, of 25th Hour and She’s Gotta Have It, of Mo’ Better Blues and Do the Right Thing - they are all dead in the water and gone. Funnily enough, even the late Tony Scott, the author of quite a few of Washington’s action flicks, turned out better stuff in those olden days. Sad. Don’t waste your time. The title is a self-fulfilling prophecy. Ссылка скрыта