Even the Snow Patrol, a group of rival coke dealers who dress absurdly in white parkas in the steaming Georgia sun (!), show more personality. In his scenes with his right-hand man or Michael Kenneth Williams’ mentor or Esai Morales’ Mexican cartel druglord, the man of the hour simply flounders. It’s a problem for the movie having Mitchell around because he can actually act – which makes things worse for Jackson, a successful singer, dancer and songwriter whose thespian skills here and on such TV shows like American Crime have yet to rise to the occasion. Even the violence has a stale feel, enlivened only by the presence of Jason Mitchell (a brilliant Eazy-E in Straight Outta Compton) as Eddie, Priest’s right-hand in the cocaine-dealing business.
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