We've got no love for this rambling, shambling riff on various theories about the bloody killings of East Coast/West Coast hip-hop stars Biggie Smalls and Tupac Shakur. This meandering documentary variously points fingers at gang rivalries, shady L.A. cops and music-business weasels. Archival footage of Shakur, Notorious B.I.G., Snoop Dogg and others almost makes Biggie and Tupac worthwhile--but only if you're already a fanatic.
To call this documentary half-baked would be crediting it with a lot more time in the oven than it actually had. Director Nick Broomfield has made 20 films (including Kurt and Courtney and a pic about Hollywood madam Heidi Fleiss), yet he seems unable to ask the obvious questions, get people's names right or even operate his equipment. (During one key interview, he abruptly goes to voice-over: "Unfortunately, we ran out of sound.") All eyez shouldn't be on this.