What Snipes's opening scene and beyond moved me to feel is both profound happiness for the loud rediscovery of Wesley Snipes, and continued rebuke for the quietly tragic loss of he and so many other large black talents to a Hollywood that refused to let them be seen. To realise what or why it is that I feel that Snipes has been dealt a lesser hand, (though not altogether bad), you have to go back to the role that made him, but should've MADE him. Wesley had been around in Michael Jackson’s “Bad” video, (the one time he would work with any true white Autuer in Scorcese) on major TV shows like Miami Vice, and in films like Major League, and King of New York, but he broke out in Mario Van Peebles searingly fatalistic crime ballad “New Jack City” as Nino Brown. As breakthrough performances go it's better is difficult to find. Snipes was imprinted on every square inch of the reel, his barbarous magnetism served as the centrifugal force of the movies pull. Every word every line, every look, movement, step was a defining criterion for Nino's explosive temper, alpha male presentation of masculinity, and his omnipresent charisma. It's in the way he eats a banana while dismissively listening to a soon to be rival explain to him how disrespectful his latest move is to the Italians..