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The Mack is exuberant and buoyant as the thump bass and Cordon Rouge that flow through the film. It’s collage of style and sound and attitude. Morally conscious without moralizing. An unapologetically portrayal of the good and the bad of black Oakland in 1973. A celebration of an era that didn’t know it was an Era, and would quickly pass.
“The people with the funny hats and the noisemakers, they’ve gone home, Goldie. The party’s over baby. It’s dawn. It’s reality.”
The thinest thread of a plot marks Goldie’s parabola from prison to Mack of the Year to alone on a Greyhound. It's a braiding of two eternal truths (1) the Aristotelian Tragic Hero brought low by his own hubris, and (2) The Man is never gong to let you get too big.
Recommended extra-credit reading: Pimp by Iceberg Slim