I watched Wild Style for the first time last night, and yes it was good. That time period, late 70s early 80s, also presented in Style Wars among other films, was a pretty major ferment of creativity. But you probably don't need me to tell you that. Wild Style can easily be forgiven for abruptly turning into a concert film at the end, since the music is so fucking inspiring. I keep thinking, even tho alot of poets have been listening to hip hop since the start, maybe poetry hasn't fully explored the possibilities of that culture. Or maybe in some way poetry shuns them, for not wanting to seem "performancey". After that we watched Wu Tang's "comeback concert" from a few years ago, which tho very sloppy, has some of the old flava. I always saw Wu Tang as one of few cases where the feeling of it being a throwback- certain bounce to the ounce, a large crew, tag team MCing- was a good thing. I think the music's aged better than groups like Jurrasic 5 to say the least. Not to mention how the old skoolness of it was balanced out by RZA's incredibly innovative production. And there's the very sad and heartwarming recurrence of Ghostface trying to cheer up ODB, who's literally slumped down on the side of the stage for most of it.