Films like this make me despise the state of postmodern film criticism. To my utter disbelief, Belly has a sixteen percent Rotten Tomatoes score, and to this I can only ask — what in the fuck? Due to the insignificant green mark below the bio of Hype Williams’ cult classic, I very nearly passed on watching this tonight, and in not doing so learnt a valuable lesson to never let anyone’s opinion, no matter how damning, determine how I spend my time. How is it that a film so eclectic in its genre fusion, a film which evokes the garish nature of giallo, the uncensored debauchery of blaxploitation, and the lofty undertones of political drama, is deemed so terrible? This…