The Game plays Reggie “G” Bailey, a convict who gets released after doing 8 years in the pen. Although he has good intentions of keeping his nose clean, he’s unable to find work, and the streets keep calling him back. Him and his partna, Tone, jack a rival dude, Amp, for his money, dope, and ice cream truck. This inflames a long-standing beef where there’s way too many people involved, including a crooked cop. No big surprise here as we’ve seen this scenario many times, heck, just watch an episode of The Wire and you’ll see how shit gets deep quick.
So, G pistol whips Amp, and takes one of his boys, Rock (played by WC), to join his crew. With Amp out of the way, there’s one less n*gga to worry about, but the dope that was jacked wasn’t his, but a much bigger drug lord. So, a chick from the DEA goes undercover and hooks up with G, trying to learn his next move, and eventually bring him down. Problem is, she gets caught up in some thug lovin, and then real emotions start to surface. In the end, pretty much everyone gets blasted, except for G, who decides it best to roll solo and lays his girlfriend to rest.
There really wasn’t anything great about this movie, except for the soundtrack. Sure, there were some brown boobies, some thuggin, some slangin, some shootin, and The Game “doin him,” but this is yet another sequel that rode the shirt tails of a much better movie, when it’s actually a much lamer stand-alone. But, rather than mimic the title it holds, there were noticeable elements of Menace II Society, Friday, and a tad of Boyz in the Hood, just not as exciting. In doing further research, I believe that Lionsgate tacked on the title Belly 2 for marketing purposes, since The Game refers it as just Millionaire Boyz Club in all the interviews. But still, it’s good to see WC get more screen work, even though he didn’t crip walk, and had a pretty lame part. The only humorous part is when G makes a mention of G-Unit, which was an obvious on-screen stab at his long-standing feud with 50 Cent, and shows there's no bounds to his hate.
For those who liked Master P’s I’m Bout It, Cash Money’s Baller Blockin’, or Snoop’s Tha Eastsidaz, you'll probably like this one too, but for true fans of Belly, New Jack City, and Colors, you'll probably hate this as much as I did, since most of the newer movies that cater to this genre suck. So, instead of wasting your time watching The Game try to act out what he raps, go watch the movies that paved the way like Dolemite, Foxy Brown, The Mack, and Shaft. And, in honor of the late, great Isaac Hayes, go watch Truck Turner and I’m Gonna Git You Sucka.
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OVERALL RATING--2-- |
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