I may not be the most objective fellow when it comes to matters relating to 50 Cent, and it’s the same case for many fans of the genre formerly known as hip-hop.  The problem, you see, is that I’ve been a champion of rap since my earliest exposure to the music in the mid-nineties, and as such I’m expected to stand up for it whenever the situation calls for such actions.  While I often make an effort, it’s increasingly difficult to justify my relationship with it, much like dating a girl who has gained twenty pounds since you first met her.  Folks like Mr. Cent only make my job harder, what with the glorification of violent crime, drug dealing and liberal use of the f.

Thankfully, I don’t have to speak for Fiddy et al. when they make a foray into the world of acting.  While a good number of rappers are equally at ease as actors, there are some whose performances are about as impressive as 2009’s hip-hop releases.  You can count Curtis Jackson among that number.  The following snippet from Variety.com doesn’t paint the prettiest picture for the film either.

The drama concerns two homicide detectives who find themselves caught in the crossfire of a gang-related homicide and a group of dirty cops. Jackson plays a gang-banger who becomes a reluctant informant.

Miller went to film school in Grand Rapids and is making his directing debut on “Crossfire.”

So you’ve got a wooden lead, a horribly clichéd script, a first-time director and Chris Lighty, widely renowned as one of the preeminent assholes of the music industry, involved in this project.  Superb.  I’ll be skipping the cinematic release/straight-to-DVD launch of Crossfire, but I will gladly pay for anyone’s ticket/DVD rental if they think they can watch it all the way through without harming themselves in boredom.