My Crasy Life (1992) review

Gorin, who previously worked with Jean-Luc Godard and later became a professor at the University of California, San Diego, takes a look at the Samoan gang culture around Long Beach, discussing with them their involvement with the criminal justice system, asking them about their past and showing them drinking forties of malt liquor, smoking and playing cards.  While it might be nostalgic for folks who grew up in Southern California (rapper Vince Staples is a fan), the combination of actual documentary footage and clearly staged setups kind of ruin the feeling of "authenticity," and it's also sort of aimless in its approach, randomly hopping from one situation to another (without any proper transitions).  It's good that the community had police officer Sergeant Jerry Kaono there to keep an eye on everyone and try and curb the violence (the still images Gorin inserts of butchered individuals are a reminder that as friendly as many of these bros seem, they're capable of horrible things), and I personally appreciate them repping the Raiders (even though several probably couldn't name a single player).