Gregory Richardson

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I just can't see how the author's rehearsal dinner or her father's alcoholism relate in the least bit to this string of unsolved murders. Nor why a person telling a story about a serial killer would think that the readers of such a story would care at all about the author's childhood. Unless the author and the killer turn out to be related in a significant way (the killer was her uncle, or the kid that grew up around the corner). Spoiler alert - he isn't. And it sucks because when the book is about the serial killer and the cases, it is really interesting. And THAT book would get 5 stars. Unfortunately, that book only makes up about 5% of this book.

Should have just been called the Hotel. It is NOT about the detroit uprisings, it takes no time to seriously consider the conditions and events that led to the uprising, and just sort of fast forwards to this story about what happened in the hotel. The entire thing is sort of tone deaf. Moreover the story telling itself is just weird. The first hour of the film could have been cut and nothing would have been lost. It seems that today if you show black bodies being brutalized by "bad" white people, you will get critical acclaim for your virtue signaling. That's all this movie is. The film makers pointing at "bad" white folks.

Why was this called "white men can't jump"? And does that stereotype even play in todays world? Like, the walk on for the dunk contest was white this year. This has nothing in common with the original movie. None of the conflict seems authentic. The hustling scenes do not make sense and as a result the reason the two main characters even come together to play does not make sense either. Nothing in this movie makes sense. It may a well have been called Hoop Dreams, street ball. It was just bad all around.