ReMastered: Who Killed Jam Master Jay?

Just watched "Remastered: Who Killed Jam Master Jay?" and boy, oh boy, it's the cinematic equivalent of a shrug. I mean, it's alright. You won't want your time back, but you might keep checking how much longer it's got. The doc tries to untangle the tragic murder of the hip-hop icon, which should be as gripping as your grandma's best cliffhanger stories, but it lands more like she forgot the ending mid-sentence.

What the film gets right are the basics-there's some solid interviews, cool archival footage, and a peek into the gritty streets of 1980s New York, which is about as immersive as dipping your toes in the shallow end of a pool. It scratches the surface of a fascinating story, but then it's like the filmmakers decided to take a nap halfway through. You keep waiting for that big revelation or some zesty detective work, but it ends up with the investigative gusto of a toddler distracted by a shiny object.

So, "Remastered: Who Killed Jam Master Jay?" is okay. It's like that plain vanilla ice cream you eat-not because it's your favorite, but because it's the only flavor left in the freezer. If you're a hardcore fan of the genre or the man, you'll find enough to keep you stuck to your seat. For everyone else, it's a decent way to kill some time, assuming you've already reorganized your sock drawer and are out of paint to watch dry.