Review | It fits a musical – maybe too much musical – into a story that lasts a minute
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The words come dense and quick, as from Shakespeare or one of the Wu-Tang brotherhood, until they don’t come at all anymore and there’s just a mother’s long, musical moan: A son, a brother, another young Black man is dead, and “The Rules” mean somebody’s got to do something about it.
