Resurrection, Dear Mama: The Documentaries That Matter

There are dozens of documentaries about Tupac. Most of them recycle the same archive footage, the same Las Vegas theories, the same talking heads. After years of watching everything, including the worst of it, I’ve kept two that truly matter, and a third to handle with tongs. Here’s why, and in what order to watch them.

Tupac: Resurrection (2003): Tupac told by Tupac

Directed by Lauren Lazin and produced with Afeni Shakur, the artist’s mother, Resurrection rests on a staging idea nobody had dared before: the film is narrated entirely by Tupac himself. Not an actor, not a synthetic voice, but a dizzying montage of his own interviews, assembled into one continuous story, from his birth inside Black Panther circles to the days before Las Vegas. The effect is unsettling. Seven years after his death, he tells his life in the past tense, comments on his mistakes, laughs at himself.

The device has its limits, it must be said. A first-person account, approved by the family, doesn’t go digging into the most uncomfortable shadows, and some of the legal affairs are passed through rather than faced head-on. But as a doorway into his voice, his intelligence, his humor, his ability to analyze his own legend in real time, nothing comes close. The film was in fact nominated for the Best Documentary Oscar, an extremely rare feat for a rap subject in that era.

If you’re just discovering the man, say after reading where to start, this is the way in.

Dear Mama (2023): the double portrait

Twenty years later, Allen Hughes made for FX, streaming on Hulu in the United States, a five-episode documentary series that changes the scale entirely. Dear Mama is not a film about Tupac. It’s a double portrait of Afeni Shakur and her son, two lives edited in parallel: the Black Panther militant pleading her own case at the Panther 21 trial while pregnant with him, and the child growing up in the aftermath, between revolutionary pride, poverty and a mother’s addiction. I’ve devoted a full page to Afeni, so completely does her story illuminate everything else.

And then there’s the director’s own irony, which you need to know to grasp what this series represents. In 1993, Allen Hughes and his brother fired Tupac from the set of Menace II Society. A few months later, Tupac and his entourage physically assaulted him, an episode that earned Tupac a conviction and a few days in jail. Thirty years on, that same Allen Hughes has devoted to his attacker the most profound work ever made about him. He talks about it in the series, without dodging. That singular position, neither fan nor enemy, someone who loved the artist and suffered the man, gives Dear Mama an accuracy of tone the hagiographies never reach. The people close to him speak freely, much of the archive footage had never been seen, and the five hours go by too fast.

To my mind, it’s the peak of the genre. But it assumes you already know the broad outlines of the story, hence my viewing order below.

Biggie & Tupac (2002): handle with care

Which leaves the Nick Broomfield case. The British documentarian, known for his intrusive method, microphone in hand, turned up in 2002 with Biggie & Tupac, an investigation into the two murders. The film has real merits: Broomfield lands improbable interviews, including a face-to-face with Suge Knight in prison, and he helped popularize certain leads implicating Los Angeles police officers.

But I recommend it with caution, and never first. Broomfield films his own investigation above all, presents hypotheses as near-certainties, and several of his conclusions have been seriously challenged since. You learn things from it, you get drawn in, and that’s exactly the problem: the film is more persuasive than solid. Watch it as a document about the era and the obsessions it spawned, not as established truth.

Which one to watch first

My order is simple. Resurrection first, to hear Tupac in his own words and get the chronology down. Dear Mama next, to understand where he came from and what his mother put in him, even if it means revising everything you thought you knew. Biggie & Tupac last, once you’re equipped, if the murder investigations interest you. And if you only have time for one, take Dear Mama anyway: it’s the one that stays with you.

As for access, Dear Mama is available here in Europe on Disney+, in the Star section, while Hulu remains US-only. Resurrection can be rented or bought digitally on the usual platforms, and its DVD, which shipped at the time with a posthumous soundtrack album, can still be found second-hand. The Broomfield circulates on DVD and on various platforms depending on the country.

One last word. Documentaries give you the voice and the images, but they always choose for you. To go all the way, you have to cross-reference: the fiction films I cover in the final roles, the books reviewed in the biographies, and the records, obviously. It’s by moving between all of these that the figure stops being an icon and becomes a man again. That’s where he’s most interesting.

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