It s been a banner year for rapper Snoop Dogg. And not in a good way.
Multiple arrests, a damaging civil action.
Rap music sales have fallen off the charts. He s had to put his L.A.
mansion on the market.
Into that career chasm comes Snoop Dogg s Hood of Horror, a feeble, almost humorless splatter film hosted by your crib-keeper, Snoop Dogg himself. He takes an executive producer credit and stands to cash in if he can con anybody into catching this in a theater.
Good luck with that.
A trilogy of played-out neighborhood horror tales in which the deserving get their just deserts, Hood is enjoyable only in the most ironic sense. Snoop cracks wise and lectures would-be rappers about the bullet-riddled business as he introduces one of the stories, Rapsody Askew.
It s hard to age gracefully in this game. Checking out his Heidi -red ponytails under the pimp hat, you d have a hard time arguing with that.
Rapsody is about an up-and-comer inventively named SOD ( Succeed or Die ) who spills blood on the way to the top, only to face fitting punishment in the finale.
Pooch Hall plays him rather indifferently.
There s also Crossed Out, a feuding graffiti artist s blood-letting starring Daniella Alonso, who sells her soul to the devil (Danny Trejo) and sees her rivals meet ugly ends.
Every story is more trite and less interesting than the one before it, with Snoop taunting the viewer at every turn.
Who s gangsta enough to hang out with me?
Who indeed?
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