Memories can sometimes get mixed up with wishful thinking, especially when it involves young love, drugs, a Zebras and something awful you would probably rather forget.
Pusha T leaves the trap and goes to Paris, but this isn't the Paris of glittering shops and world famous landmarks. Director So Me crafts a grimy underworld that is barely recognizable as the City of Lights. There are pretty girls, but we barely glimpse them. There is a Kanye cameo (Yemeo?) but it is so short it could almost be subliminal.
