As a rapper, 50 Cent has been an overachiever, selling boatloads of records in spite of his pedestrian skills. Lacking the verbal wit of a Jay-Z, the storytelling ability of a Biggie Smalls or the engaging personality of a Kanye West, he has gotten over through doggedness and a certain truculent charisma.
From J.R. Jones in the Chicago Reader:
I missed "Jesus Is Magic" when it had its Chicago premiere at the Museum of Contemporary Art, and wasn’t looking forward to seeing it for the first time in a roomful of mostly male journalists. It’s probably the hardest possible way to enjoy a comedy, jammed in among a bunch of competitors who are all hypersensitive to the others’ reaction. (The Chicago Film Critics Association recently asked members to stop snorting and laughing dismissively during press screenings.)
We searched for as long as three minutes for that memo in the CFCA website, but no dice. Unfortunately.
Sweet Jesus, that could be so good! Fortunately, they’ve gone and invested in a quality screenwriter for the project: Wesley Strick, fresh off of "Doom." "Semper Fi, motherfucker!" Nevertheless, it’s Cronenberg, we’re thrilled.
Also, Kiyoshi Kurosawa‘s "Pulse" finally made its convoluted way to US theaters on Wednesday â€” should you have a chance, we’d highly recommend it, as it’s generally considered the brightest moment of the now declining J-horror wave. We’re pretty sure it’s good, though as is our habit with any even vaguely frightening film, we watched the whole thing preemptively peeping between our fingers, just in case a ghost or monster or murderer should pop up (this really impresses the other kids at the critic screenings).