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"Jamesy Boy" jumps back and forth between James' increasing presence and responsibility in Roc's crew and his tutelage under the man who would become his role model behind bars: convicted murderer Conrad. Rhames' character is so thinly drawn and is such a stock figure as the wise, quiet elder, he barely registers. And he's perilously close to functioning as another stock figure: the Magical Black Man. James Woods doesn't get much to do, either, as the stern, smart-ass warden.
Conrad dreams of fleeing the walls that hold him and traveling to Rio de Janeiro—that's how he gets through each day. (Presumably, Zihuatenejo was booked.) James, meanwhile, finds his inner voice and strength by writing poetry. He scribbles a little bit in his pad, then looks off reflectively into the distance, then scribbles some more as inspiring music swells. But the poems—and the film as a whole—fail to flesh James out as a whole and complicated human being worth rooting for.