Cam’s appeal rests on his surreally warped eloquence and his matter-of-fact arrogance and his near-perfect ear for beats, and absolutely none of those things translates to the screen all he has to offer is a goofily ignorant charisma, and even that is only good for a couple of decent punchlines. Of course, maybe everyone who stayed home just figured out what I should’ve known all along: Killa Season was never going to be any good, ever. Even though the movie’s star and director Cam’ron was supposed to give a Q&A after the screening (he didn’t show, of course), the theater was barely half-full, and that doesn’t exactly say anything great about Cam’s future prospects. Everyone there got severely searched and wanded-down before going inside, and most of the small-ass crowd was made up of Dipset dorks like me who actually thought that maybe this thing might be at least a little bit good.
KILLA SEASON 2 CAMRON IN CAR MOVIE
Nobody’s been killed at any of the screenings of Killa Season that just went down at Village East Cinemas, the only ten screenings the movie will ever get before it hits DVD. I was pretty shocked to hear that there had been shooting deaths outside a couple of ATL screenings there’s not a damn thing in the movie that could construed, even loosely, as glorifying violence, but then I guess that’s just what happens whenever any sort of cultural event brings together a bunch of low-income kids. In a way, seeing Killa Season just drove home what an unexpected treat ATL was: warm and funny and naturalistic, with fairly well-drawn characters and good performances, a rapper playing against type as a decent and hard-working blue-collar type, an unhurried but, um, let’s say comprehensible storyline and subplots that had at least a little bit to do with the nominal main storyline, great camerawork and editing, and a general good-natured glow about it.