Cocaine Cowboys 2

This was one of the worst documentaries I've ever watched. Operating off of the strength of the first "Cocaine Cowboys," CC2 is a far cry from its predecessor. It's a single person narrative by Charles Anthony Crosby of his exploits in the crack game and his worship of Griselda Blanco aka the Godmother. When I say worship this is not an overstatement. This guy emotionally waxes on giving us a full detailed bio of Griselda, her rise to a powerful cocaine trafficker, and his romantic relationship with her.

Charles Anthony Crosby rambles on for almost two hours of which is mostly an ode to Griselda. He spits out one unverifiable story after another in his barely contrite/mostly laudatory life tale of drug dealing. To bolster his yarns were a few other cartoonish characters--and some actual cartoons--who heaped praise on their one-time cash cow and mentor in the crack game.

As much as he was telling I thought he had served time for his crimes. Apparently, he did not. So either there is a statute of limitations on all of his crimes or he was lying his ass off. This "documentary" was a way for him to let the world know how big he was in the crack game so maybe he'll be mentioned in the next Rick Ross rap song.