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Director James Toback crosses racial, gender and class lines in the gracefully gritty Black and White

Beats, please:

Claudia Schiffer, Claudia Schiffer / makes a fellow want to lean in close and sniff her. / Putting up a gender fight in Black and White / she turns her tail on any man who'd treat her right. / Riane Eisler-esque twaddle-spewing supermodel / into the arms of bad boys she'll wantonly waddle. / Calls herself Greta, doesn't seem to know better / than to play informer on anyone who'll let her. / Her boyfriend, Dean, plays b-ball clean / until a gambler's bribe jams up his scene. / Ben Stiller is the foe, Allan Houston is the beau / and a $50K wager says the game he'll throw / but Stiller's Mark Clear, dubious as diet beer / has a badge up his sleeve and a bug up his rear. / His hidden agenda, this great pretender, / is to hawk trite lies like a novelty vendor / summoning misery for colors mixing seamlessly all beneath the towering Statue of Bigotry...

Shall I go on? Okay, okay, just please don't shoot. Anyway, it's probably not advisable to try to bust a rhyme incorporating "Tyson," "my son" and "bison," so let's allow pitch-perfect Bijou Phillips, who plays hip-hopping uptown white girl Charlie, to set the tone with her address to her stern father: "I'm havin' a good day, goin' wit' my friends to da liberry an' shit, but you have to go and ruin it for me!" Therein lies the crux of James Toback's new cultural crazy quilt, in which the racial lines of New York City, tagged in spray paint as saliently as ever, are now hopped with frenetic abandon. It's not a new concept, as this cultural territory has been charted and recharted, with varying degrees of success, in everything from Fast Break to White Boys, but Toback's work achieves a rare grace within the grit. When Charlie sasses her daddy, it's no State of the Union address, but it signifies a crusade to cross lines of race, gender and especially class, with youths on the front lines, waving the brightest banners they can find.

An ensemble piece of the first order, in which actors mix and mingle with nonactors, sports and music stars, plus the aforementioned supermodel, Black and White is immediately disarming for its candor, verve and sheer nerve. While Stiller's deranged, ratchet-jawed huckster provides the movie's bloodiest hook (as well as more syllables per minute than most of the rappers), conflict abounds in every club, alley, locker room and urban hang suite. The scene featuring gay Terry (Robert Downey Jr., somehow pounding out more movies than license plates) hitting on profoundly homophobic Mike Tyson (playing himself, thus absolutely perfect in every possible way) is the movie's finest moment, precisely because it feels so raw and real. ("I'm on parole, brother," mutters Tyson. "Please.") The discomfort is incredibly funny, as are many of the scenes in which Terry's wife, Sam (Brooke Shields, appropriately awkward and dreadlocked), bobs around with her tiniest of video cameras, making a documentary about white kids who refer to one another as "niggaz" and swear they're not imitating their adopted culture, but rather implementing it. At once ingratiating and invasive, Sam beams, "Include me in your day!"

The kids do, and, in a complex web of relationships best described as Robert Altman meets Spike Lee, identities morph and explode before our eyes. Sam insists on being taken to "The Wall," an ornately painted Staten Island monument to street-smart soul, where she meets the men who are inspiring these kids, including Method Man, playing himself, who exclaims that America has definitely eaten its young. Rich Bower (Oli "Power" Grant, with gravity to spare) has bypassed the ferry and built a bridge from the 'hood to the recording studio, making it clear to rapper Cigar (Raekwon, also of Wu-Tang Clan) that from now on, "the only hits we doin' is on wax. We ain't killin' nobody no more. Understand?" There is an ugly hit in the movie, with the victim walking stupidly into the gun, but the hired killer is a reverent white boy, disowned by his socialite father.

Otherwise, the residue of the past hangs over the production of rap records ("What I can't afford is a corpse in my lobby, a Biggie Smalls, a Tupac, that's not good for business," snips the studio manager), but the Kangol quorum, though rankled, maintains the productive peace, at least until the meddling minx Greta poisons the pot. Then turf wars ensue, over clubs, culture and women, all with the cautious pace of enemies accustomed to courting constant danger.

A lot goes down in these hundred minutes, as Toback attempts to essay as many social, ideological and emotional challenges as he can cram in; it's a wonder that the movie flows as well as it does. Although the tight plot turns indicate a carefully scripted shoot, Black and White maintains its breezy air of documentary throughout, until it seems reasonable -- hell, even obvious -- that Downey and Schiffer would both have the hots for Tyson. Any subplot here could have been cultivated into a full feature, which is perhaps why the movie lacks a substantive climax, but it's a good ride en route to the credits.

The only real crippler here may be redundancy. Toback has covered himself well by mixing up so many elements, and the director of The Pick-up Artist and Two Girls and a Guy (both Downey vehicles) has a keen sense of timing and wit. Also, rap and sex rarely fail to fill seats, but because this context is so well established, despite Toback's randy zeal for cross-pollination, those previously indoctrinated may need to stifle a few yawns. Perhaps Black and White may prove more intriguing to audiences overseas than here in the United States. Nonetheless, it smartly reveals the weaving of a new social fabric, a significant achievement in itself. So... um... sure as a Pole's the pope, this movie's rather dope, representing a new form of hip hope.

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