Slam was almost perfect. Some of the scenes in the prison were awesome (The rap scene in the cell or the outburst in the courtyard) and everyone I watched it with (and I) insisted we rewind it a few times (Same thing was true about some of the poetry scenes). Saul Williams rules. The one imperfect thing, I thought, was the female character's little spiel about "knowing what it is to be blah blah blah." Truth is, Ray doesn't have anything to reproach himself, he's right. And her little diatribe is misguided at best. I'll be looking for Saul Williams. The shortcoming of this movie is far overshadowed by its great great scenes