The more you watch this cult-movie directed by John Singleton in 1991, the more you could get annoyed by the clichés. And the feeling doesn’t get better because little by little, as a viewer, you realize that they are a provocation, that twenty-eight years later such clichés are real, actual, still taunting America. Crenshaw, the neighborhood Boyz n the Hood is set, is just a cage where (white) society watches the gruesome show of Cuba Gooding Jr., Ice Cube and the other kids killing each other for nothing truly worth of. The helicopter flying over the characters all the time maybe is just, distant audience enjoying the bloodshed. In the end, Laurence Fishburne monologue about gentrification explains that everything is about money, and this makes Boyz n the Hood today more real than ever…