Cocaine Cowboys (2006)

Documentarian Billy Corben's revealing film exposes the methods and players in South Florida's drug trade that literally built the city of Miami that we know today with billions of dollars in blood cash.

With a nearly two-hour running time that includes its share of blowhards, repetition, and cheesy attempts to heighten drama, Cocaine Cowboys brings to mind an unfortunate comparison: Miami Vice. The movie.

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Grisly crime scene snaps accompany the story, which makes Miami Vice look like a tea party and Florida like hell on earth.

The haystacks of cash and coke are laughably insane – as is the head-count: thousands of people were gunned to death. This is the only state in the world where Scarface might raise a smile.

At nearly two hours, Cocaine Cowboys (appropriately) doesn't know when to stop talking, but as a chronicle of a demented epoch, it's both entertaining and just about definitive.

Without narration, the doc has scant moral compass, its very title celebrating the machine gun-wielding mercenaries involved.

Too often the film crosses the line between recording his subjects' illegal activities and aggrandising them.

It’s the sort of glamour-meets-violence drugs-crime story on which lads’ mags thrive: unqualified, over-reverent and hysterical.

Fast-paced and fascinating, but a little too frenetic for its own good.