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For those who don't take 50 Cent's talent for granted going in, there's nothing to indicate what's so special about him, much less why he of all people deserves to have a movie made about his experiences.
Sheridan's ensemble ensures that Get Rich, the film, comes to life around the edges, if not at its center.
The story and action are serviceable, but there's very little spark in the wooden screen presence of the star and the dearth of subtext or style from the director.
San Francisco Chronicle:
Director Jim Sheridan and screenwriter Terence Winter have difficulty fashioning these events into a story that has a coherent point or purpose.
What we're left with is a movie that, at times, barely seems to move (it feels like it lasts three hours) and a lead actor who doesn't just look bored, but delivers so many of his lines like he'd rather be anywhere else.
50 Cent has some good moments, but other times he seems like little more than a blank slate.
Before we enter the theater, we know he's a millionaire winner starring in a movie about how he won. So it's hard to believe him when he isn't smiling.
Dallas Morning News:
Mr. Sheridan understands the sudden, spasmodic nature of turf battles. Get Rich plays like a genre movie with a particularly skilled hand at the helm.
Even more problematic is the script's clumsy, sprawling architecture, Sheridan's clubfooted sense of pacing and his grubby, indistinct visuals.
The film moves, albeit under an oppressive cloud of deja vu.
New York Daily News:
A gangsta rapper without fire in the belly isn't terribly interesting, cinematically or musically.
Don't for a second think that we're meeting the next great rap star to become a movie star.
This isn't Sheridan's most complex or richest picture, but there's lots of life to it: This is an unapologetically glossy pop product, powered by a strong, old-fashioned sense of B-movie melodrama.
Minneapolis Star Tribune:
Sometimes [50 Cent] could enunciate more clearly, but he does a great job of being a bad rapper early in Marcus' career. And most musicians will say that performing badly on purpose is one of the most difficult things for them to do.
Globe and Mail:
The picture can't decide what it wants to be -- maybe a gangster flick, perhaps a musical biopic, or how about a real-life slice of mythic inspiration.
Plays like a contrived cross between New Jack City and Hustle & Flow.
Be warned, when a fedora-sporting Godfather starts wheezing out pearls about violence begetting violence, you may die tryin' to stop laughin'.