Finally, a film showing black people as regular humans. They're neither clowns, nor angry cops, nor gangsters with huge rings and jeweled teeth. They're like Oscar: an honest youth, with his own flaws and outbursts of anger and a heart of gold, who just wants to survive and watch her playful little girl grow. That he was murdered in a 2009 New Year's Eve Oakland police shooting, makes him such a tragic figure; far more tragic than movies like Crash ever dream to portray. With incredible performances by Jordan, Diaz, and (as usual) Spencer, this movie shook me up.
PS: This devastating indie was a great award winner this year, both at Cannes and Sundance. Steven Boone does a splendid job on the movie here. I've come to believe among all of the late Roger Ebert's website contributors, Boone writes the most "satisfying" reviews.