There's a pervasive laziness running through this film, from the paper-thin script to characters who are assembled from every innercity cliche known to man. Besides Dre (who actually makes Sean believable), everyone else is just the usual foul-talking, misogynistic lowlife. Women are objectified at every level, and the filmmakers accept this aspect of the subculture without question. Indeed, it's reflected in the screenplay and direction. Meanwhile, the feeble attempts at humour all involve crime, drugs, language (both profanity and Ebonics), irresponsibility, lust and of course the toilet. There's also a constant stream of self-important references that grates from the start and never comes close to capturing the wink-wink postmodernism they were so obviously going for. In its defence, there is actually a nicely strained sense of loyalty and friendship here, and the film does have a loping cadence that pulls you into this community. But that's about it.