Shottas

It's tough to imagine how someone could make a movie about Jamaican gangsterism that's so devoid of political content, but that's hardly Silvestra's biggest problem.

Stars from reggae and other musical worlds give acting a try in Shottas, a witless, misogynistic, gratuitously violent, drug-culture-worshiping film.

Writer-director Cess Silvera delivers an empty, bullet-riddled exploitation combo of attitude and poses.

Who says they don't write good women's roles anymore? The females on view fall into two prototypes: Hot Tub Chippie No. 2 or Plastic Surgery Fire Sale Victim No. 3.

There's no Robin Hood here, just a lot of hoods.

...if you're one of those who just bought the Scarface anniversary DVD for its new sound mix featuring louder explosions, this movie is highly recommended.

This is not good. The acting was abysmal and even though I'm not well-verse in Jamaican culture but this was just not a good movie.

It is entertaining even though it's all over the place. It's so crazy but it's short so the pain is temporary.

A straight-ahead Jamaican gansta flick, it's a lot of fun, if empty.

Even with its microbudget there's enough blood, booty and bling to satisfy fans of the genre. It's also never dull, thanks to Silvera's restless pacing and a great reggae soundtrack.