This totally square brother gets hypno-tized, and suddenly he's pimpin' out, playin' the numbers, and seeing some other cat's face in the mirror. Doctor tells him he just needs to chill out and smoke some weed (proper), but sawbones couldn't be more off. See, blood's been possessed by this dead gangsta, and pretty soon he's puttin' an old lady's head through a car window, givin' his bitch a 24-caret beatdown, and strutin' 'round like Jimmie Walker with a mop handle up his ass. And fo' long, the ghost makes him go after the jive-ass sucka who wasted him back in the day. Ain't no thing. This here movie sounds whack but, straight up, it is dope: we got violence, blood, plenty o' older-than-old-school badass, and even some titties. The only thing I ain't down with is how like a leaf everyone gets when possessed dude busts out his straight razor. This ain't no 1942. Lessen you're bad enough to deflect bullets with it, best be keepin' that blade in your trousers, nigga.