“Statistic” essentially describes a ghetto youth as having little option but to be a “statistic,” and is a decent attempt at a feature film. However, it feels like a student production and is flawed with regurgitated themes, dialogue and scenarios.

Page leads the film as Footie, a hard done by ghetto child who opens up the film drinking and leaving huge piles of coke on his nose while smoking a cigar. The opening dialogue, like much of the rest of the film is clichéd, boring and performed more compellingly by past others. The acting is just as “good” as I’d come to expect from “Blood Of A Champion,” which isn’t saying much.

Poor shots and stereotypes are what I’ve now come to expect from Page, and this prime example solidifies that understanding. The cover and credits bill Lost Boyz, Mobb Deep and Redman as featured actors. I was surprised to actually see them their roles. Prodigy is seen in a few odd sequences, but doesn’t talk. The Lost Boyz are seen within a gambling/smoking scene in which Mr. Cheeks plays with a gun, before some more clichéd lines of dialogue are uttered. Redman’s role is the most amusing though. Playing an awkward character, Redman seems as if he’s about to break into laughter whenever he’s on camera.

Overly exaggerated examples of robberies and coke consumption flood “Statistic,” and though Page does try to include more feeling and emotion with the film’s progression, the acting isn’t strong enough, nor the writing of the film itself to make it believable. Skip this.