Reincarnated

Snoop has certainly tempered his worldview, but enlightenment isn't as evident here as much as a woozy weariness, perhaps a long-term byproduct of being very, very stoned.

In its simplest moments ... "Reincarnated" presents an honesty that is its own reward. It shows us an old Dogg with no tricks.

Snoop's involvement as a producer does a disservice to the film. Was there anyone behind the scenes with veto power?

Snoop is a fascinating figure who deserves better than this puff piece.

The rap artist's spiritual journey (he's now Snoop Lion) seems earned, rather than the publicity stunt others might have caught a whiff of originally.

The whole thing does feel like a self-indulgent exercise on the part of Snoop, though he remains an artist of undeniable substance. In this case, a controlled substance.

The film is most convincing as a musical travelogue, drifting through clouds of weed smoke toward some form of Doggy-Lion enlightenment. If not taken too seriously, it's kind of a blast.

All told - and this film knows exactly who its audience is - a reminder of what famously enriching company habitual stoners are.

Comic, pretentious and tedious.

The film strikes an impressive balance between serious concerns and several hilarious episodes - usually involving Snoop and his entourage enthusiastically partaking of Jamaica's bountiful crops of marijuana.

There's a nagging sense of indulgence that leaves us wondering just how truthful this documentary actually is as it follows Snoop Dogg on a voyage of personal discovery.

You suspect the camera crew returned from Jamaica with about 20 minutes of usable footage.