Fantastic!

How wonderful it is to see this fine actress carry a film and carry it so beautifully.

If you're interested in the topic at hand, you should just watch it and judge yourself because the reviews have gone very biased by people that didn't even watch it and just hate (or love) the creator. I liked it, it was well written, narrated, and directed and it was about a topic that interests me.

There are moments in this movie where the great movie it could've been peek out... They're fleeting, here, but they're worth savoring, and they happen often enough to make it worth your while.

Is this what youth has come too, is there no hope at all. No wonder they are committing suicide, this movie made me depressed.

I just watched "Patti Cakes" since I'm not a rapper fan, at first I thought, oh boy. But then as I kept watching, I realized the movie was about rapping it was about a person going for their dream beyond all discouragement. It's a movie with a strong message about how we all need to keep going to pursue our dreams regardless of what they are or how the odds appear to be stacked against us!It was perfect casting and the director made good choices. Keep making movies! Thank you! Marguerite Fair (A Jersey girl who made it out of Jersey and into my true life!)

Just watched this movie on my flight from sydney to LA and just loved it! i am a very frequent movie goer and expect a lot from films. i loved the story of patti and her dreams, the family dynamics at home and socio-economic issues touched upon throughout the film. on the long flight, i found myself going back to the film 3-4 times and watching my favorite scenes over and over - the gates of hell magical recording session w/nana, the pharmacy scene, the competition of course. i work in music and thought the depiction of patti's relationship & gift with the lyrics she wrote and sang were realistic. thank you for the wonderful movie- congrats to the cast and director & writers for doing such a great job.

Poetry seeps into the cracked pavement of New Jersey. Not in stanzas, but in bars. The poets do not recite their work, they spit it. Their lines are shanks with jagged edges. They draw blood through their opponent's insecurities. When a battle transpires, the participants sign on to gladiatorial bout that does not conclude until the loser lies motionless outside of a gas station.Patti does not write for these moments, but these moments will cement her social standing. Resorting to ugliness empowers her rhymes with putrid fury. Even the knock off drug dealers affirm her fire. She is an insecure tyrant wary of haters, and drunk for admires. Her emerald dreams place her on a throne of excess, yet she wakes in a nicotine flavored home. Her main man Jheri has the body shape of an anti-depressant. He has not abandoned his Indian roots, and pays homage to Bollywood exuberance in his verses. Paired with Patti, the duo slap out beats from her Chevy's hood, and belt out lamentations of Dirty Jersey life. Patti's mother has her head in toilets all over town. Her daughter is her designated bartender and hair-holder. Barb was a hair rocker of yesterday, but now her records play in the cluttered kitchen, accompanied by drug store wine. Once a leach of men, now a leach of her dwindling family. Patti has to stomach her mother proclaim the two of them as "sisters".Nana, Patti's grandmother, chain smokes her way to her deceased husband. Patti knows she loves limericks, so she composes a new one with each morning's brushstrokes. They are often lewd, but Nana is a sick old woman. Each bellowing laugh puts her soul closer lung failure, but they both know every bit helps."Superstar" is Patti's name in Nana's eyes. Her songs are crafted with supreme resentment. Her very existence is described as an accident, and her appearance is a giant piñata in a crowd of immature hoodlums. The chip on her shoulder is crater created by an asteroid the size of a scummy New England town. Barreling through these attacks, New York is only one break away.