The last time I was this disgusted watching a documentary about a drug dealer was "Cocaine Cowboys 2." "Cocaine Cowboys 2" was about an Oakland, CA drug dealer named Charles Anthony Crosby who touts his prowess as a drug dealer while also singing a hymn to Griselda Blanco. "Mr. Untouchable" is slightly better because it has statements and interviews from a wider array of characters, but it is still largely nothing more than an ode to a drug dealer.
The subject of this documentary was Nicky Barnes, a big time drug dealer in Harlem in the 70's. It is informative, but it was far more of a requiem. I don't care to hear about the "accomplishments" of a drug dealer. There are very few people worse than drug dealers. Only warmongers and CEOs ruin more lives, and in the end Nicky Barnes was a simple snitch. I watched this documentary because it was produced by Alex Gibney who I'm a huge fan of. If Alex Gibney's name wasn't attached to this film then I wouldn't have wasted a nanosecond on it.
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