The Tupac Shakur industry takes a giant leap backward with this grotesque hagiography, produced by the late rapper's mother Afeni Shakur - a hotchpotch of existing material, movie clips, sycophantic interviews, solemn glimpses of journals and poems and Shakur's own disembodied voice, creepily presented as if from beyond the grave. Nothing from Nick Broomfield's documentary Biggie and Tupac, however.

A talented man is (unintentionally) shown becoming a charmlessly paranoid gangsta über-celebrity, obsessed with disrespect, leading to the bi-coastal feud with other gun-obsessed billionaires and his eventual violent end. Who does this movie think Tupac was? The second word of the title gives the clue.