Because the battle of whether or not the store will shut down or not looms within the background—like the way it does in Barbershop—Cooper and Tramayne barrel by means of edgy conversations on political correctness, good cops and dangerous cops, and what makes somebody Black. Normally the joke is in racial puns (“Nigga-lodeon,” “Nigga Ball Z,” “Arnold Schwarz-nigga”) or the variations within the methods Cooper and Tramayne current their Blackness regardless of being household: Cooper is white-passing, clothes in a flannel and glasses, and is insecure about dropping “nigga” as typically as he does; Tramayne, in distinction, is lightskinned however visibly Black, in a T-shirt with Martin Luther King Jr. rocking grillz, an untied purple durag, a denim jacket with Pan-African patches, and a means of talking that features extra “nigga”s than that one Wealthy Homie Quan hook.
Elsewhere, Paradise Data runs by means of a collection of wannabe Chappelle’s Present skits with a mumblecore spirit, together with a dance quantity set to Venture Pat’s “If You Ain’t From My Hood,” shopping for weed off Jay and Silent Bob in a scene shot in black and white to pay direct homage to Clerks, and Logic getting his Mike Myers on by reworking into Cooper’s Uncle Tony, an aged participant and hustler in monetary bother with the neighborhood smart guys. Logic can’t decide on what kind of comedy he desires to make. It doesn’t assist that he isn’t very humorous. Paradise Data is typically a slacker comedy fitted round lengthy, awkward conversations. Typically it’s a stoner comedy stuffed with hijinks. Typically it’s within the lineage of the stripped-down Judd Apatow improv comedies that permit actors hearth off-the-dome jokes and get off their bits and impressions. Logic’s impressions, consider it or not, are of Rocky Balboa and Mr. Burns. Well timed stuff.
It’s not all dangerous, I assume. There are high-quality cameos from Juicy J and Joseph Gordon-Levitt. The vinyl store seems to be slightly too clear and company for a man with huge cash points, however the partitions lined with music and film posters give it some heat. (Ones for Akira, Flight of the Concords, Wiz Khalifa, Fall Out Boy, Dilla, The Final of Us, and Elton John stand out.) And I laughed when Logic made room for his real-life, Schoolly D–quoting dad to speak shit and get excessive. Paradise Data just isn’t so dangerous when it’s nearly as nerdy and private as his music could be.
That might be what drew Logic to the flicks of Kevin Smith, particularly the ’90s favorites that veer off into minutes-long diatribes about Star Wars or Marvel comics. As he drifts farther from what is taken into account scorching in rap—he was as soon as upon a time a 2013 XXL Freshman—he appears to be burrowing deeper into his personal pursuits and underlining that he’s an actual particular person in a hip-hop ecosystem stuffed with cartoon characters. “I’ve been on a run of doing, like, tremendous hip-hop music and that shit doesn’t pay the payments in any respect,” Logic mentioned to TMZ final yr, each honest and trolling. “I’ve been blessed sufficient…to make music from my coronary heart, however, subsequent yr, I’m gon’ fuck ’em up, I’m ’bout to drop all this, like, Playboi Carti, lure, turn-up shit. Go get a bag and have enjoyable.” His half-committed critique apart, he makes it clear that he’s on a mission to make artwork that prioritizes the depth and humanity of an artist over traits.