The thing that made Boyz in the Hood a sensation was that it brought attention to a world that white America hadn’t really seen.  It seemed tough and real and the daily demands of survival were palpable.  Baby Boy is missing that kind of urgency.  The excuses for Baby Boy’s self indulgences are lame.  There is no way to be on his side unless, as the women of the film discuss, you are in love with him.  Not me.  And so, I was left with a lot of interest in the secondary characters… who were truly secondary.