breakdownthatfilm-blogspot-com To understand how certain groups of individuals work on a very personal level, one must get into the field and experience it for themselves. However, there are some places that filmmakers would not go very often. These places are the fighting grounds between the Bloods and the Crips. But what's astounding enough is that director Stacy Peralta is able to get under the skin of these two gangs and dig up as much personal information as she can.At beginning of this documentary, viewers will see the progression of how the Crips and the Bloods came to be today and how the mindset of the older generation changed in the ones who came after them. No stone is left unturned here. Even more surprising is how the people who lived through that time tell this story! The audience will not receive a second hand story...they will receive,..the truth because this comes from the people who experienced it.And the most riveting thing that one will see is actual interviews with Crip and Blood members; current and retired. They tell it how it is and what people should expect if someone walks through their neighborhood and what is being done to correct this problem. I'm curious to even if the producers themselves felt uncomfortable doing this movie. I sure would,...to most, it's the ticket straight to death's door. Not many people are willing to go so easily. It takes a lot of courage. And the most ironic thing about this film is its title and that's because it's true.All will be revealed in this very serious and yet careful documentary. Once people understand what goes on there, this situation should hopefully dissolve.

Polaris_DiB What's up with those Crips and Bloods? Can't they, like, just get along and, like, not kill each other? Why do they do that? Well, because they're the product of decades of segregation and isolation into under-developed, falling-apart communities that are treated as virtual No Man Lands within the very city of LA. How did this happen? Well, it some of it can be traced back all the way to World War I.....Stacy Peralta's "Crips and Bloods: Made in America" starts out with some pretty stunning information. More people have died in gang battles between the blue and the red than in some third world events we in the first world label "genocide." Many of the citizens of the areas the Crips and Bloods inhabit have lived their entire lives without seeing the Pacific Ocean due to the invisible barriers that separate them from the world. These factoids are inserted in many compelling ways in a documentary that tries, with variable success, to really present the core of the issues of these gangs running around in South Central.The idea is good, the execution is a little off. Despite the title of the movie, the genesis of the actual gangs is passed by in a quick and uninformative way while more focus is put onto the history of the area itself and its relations to civil rights. That's not too big of a deal, but over-stylized digital effects and a constantly moving camera attempt to make what is a real social issue into something more resembling a hip-hop or skater video. I think the attempt was largely to put more animation into what is otherwise a lot of still photography and talking heads, but sometimes it can get distracting and a lot of the meat of the documentary has to compete with this weird tendency in the editing to intercut with sped-up montages. The more effective parts are the parts where you can hear the director interviewing. I think the best scene is when Peralta asks, "Well, what about morality?" and his interviewee basically says, "We have to put morals behind us just to survive." It's easy from an outside perspective to believe that the gang problem is an issue of a community of people being irresponsible and stupid, but it's harder to understand how the problem was developed from decades of negligence.I think, for all the flash, that this movie has some good ideas and decent journalism, but needed a bit more research and a better plan of execution. Ultimately, it's a very glossy rough draft of a video essay, and some more information is needed. At least it has an optimistic conclusion with an idea of how things could be turned around, which is something most social documentaries evade and need more of.--PolarisDiB

Christian Strevy I recently saw this at Birmingham, Alabama's Sidewalk Film Festival. Stacey spoke afterward the screening about how the movie was shown many times to people in LA to make sure that he was getting the right angle. Also, that he spent months WITHOUT a camera getting to know the people that were featured in the film.Living in Birmingham, being one the nation's most dangerous and racially-divided cities, I can see how this film is relatable to all oppression-linked crime.I think that this issue is extremely too large for Stacey to have adjusted his focus any wider. To ask the director to squeeze more information into this documentary would be asking too much of him. I thought that it was, over-all, very interesting visually and in meaning which can be hard to come by in today's documentaries. I really hope HBO or some other distributer picks this doc up. It needs to be seen, not only by LA natives, but all of America.

jrdfrnk Saw this movie last night at Sundance at BAM. I thought that I would get a look at the history, structure, economy, and cultural legacy of gang-life in LA. This movie didn't deliver on any of these fronts. Instead of history it just ran over the broad-strokes of black oppression on the west coast. Instead of gang's organizational structure it just talked a lot about finding a family and not having a father figure. Instead of the economy of drug- selling it just talked about how crack totally messed stuff up. Instead of cultural legacy it just flashed a bunch of pictures of west-coast rappers and had a hip-hop inspired soundtrack.Throughout the film there are constant montages of hyper-masculine men, showing off their muscles, guns, and clothes. After awhile, we can't help but question the filmmakers leering, homo-erotic/homo-phobic view of these gang-members. We rarely learn anything concrete about them. They rarely tell us particular stories, facts, or credible statistics. Instead we are presented with their hyperbolic exaggerated rants about how tough they are. It reminds me of some of the AA meetings I've attended, where former alcoholics brag about how high, drunk, messed-up they got in a way that seems to relish the very self-destructive aspects of their lives they now pretend to critique. In the end, this is one of those movies that can't get enough of the guns, blood, and violence culture, it pretends to disapprove of.