A REAL life' City of God, where a courageous camera crew cling precariously to the coat tales of two gangleading brothers, Billy and 2pac and hurtle through the ghettos of Haiti, apparently the most dangerous place on earth'.

The sheer thrust and pace is relentless, characters screaming from the shadows, edgy camaraderie bubbling in the undertone and almost every interviewee appears in a state hyped-anxiety, shiftily looking for a loose assasin from another gang.

Indeed, the bullets that fly in Ghosts of Cite Soliel are real - which accounts for bouts of understandable camera-shake - and, one strongly senses, nobody is to be completely trusted.

Beneath a tale that unfolds horribly lies the sublime soundtrack of Wyclef Jean. The man himself even makes a cameo as 2pac attempts - successfully it would seem - to impress the great man with an impromtu over-the-phone rap.

"Priceless," concludes Wyclef, replacing the receiver.

This would have been the only way out for 2pac. His dream, immersed in music, in rap would take him away from the clutches of the Chimeres (the most feared gang in Haiti).

You can smell the terror within every frame and the film's conclusion slowly gathers like a dark cloud of inevitability.