from Worcester Movies:

COCAINE COWBOYS [R]
It’s 3 a.m., and my cell phone rings – 305 area code — Miami, Dade County. “Yo, son.” It’s my homie, Bo D. ” ‘Scarface’ been replaced.” What? “You ain’t seen ‘Cocaine Cowboys’ yet, son, you better check it — ‘Scarface’ been REPLACED!” Hold up…Scarface, the ultimate drugs-and-violence Film Of Choice for today’s hip-hop generation? REPLACED? By an independent DOCUMENTARY FILM? Bo Dee, you snortin’ that yayo, kid? “Nah, man, Miami is going wild for ‘Cocaine Cowboys.’ Check out the interviews on YouTube — you’ll see!” I checked it — and there was rapper Pitbull, Mr. 305, welcomin’ me to Miami, talkin’ ’bout how much he loves the film. Impressive. I watch the flick…then I watch it again. And again. Forget Tony Montana, Manolo, and the Diaz Brothers — they’re finished. The Cocaine Cowboys are the real deal. Check the film’s factual depictions and insider tales of the cocaine boom in late 1970s Miami. It’s got tons of cocaine, airplanes bought with cash, money laundering and Colombian cartels. There’s also hundreds of ruthless machine-gun murders, confounded customs agents, ingenious smuggling techniques and political corruption in this city literally built on drug money. Fun for the whole family. Welcome to Paradise Lost, as told by the Cowboys themselves. Hasta luego, pelican…and say hello to the Cocaine Cowboys. –Allie Bomba