Energy, violence and a breathless pace cover some of the many sins of “Freestyle,” a Polish hip hop thriller about selling drugs to finance a record because our Polish hero “needs to be spittin'” rhymes.

Amped-up, coked-out drug dealers at every level, violent psychotics and frazzled victimizers who see themselves as victims burst off the screen of Maciej Bochniak’s cliched, illogical and kind of heartless “Eight Mile” riff.

International films about hip hop sometimes play up the connection with the universal music of the disenfranchised, the musical expression of desperate people with talent. And some, like “Freestyle,” are happy to merely mimic the pose, the “gangsta” posturing and “outlaw” image.

That’s where Diego, born “Dawid” (Maciej Musialowski) seems to be coming from. He’s gotten out of rehab and juvie, it’s established in the first scene. He’s the son of a gangster. He’s got talent and engery to burn. And his junkie partner “Flour” (Michal Sikorski) keeps screwing everything up.

They’re nearly finished with their record when they’re tossed out of the studio, something about Flour stealing a mike there at some point.

Flour’s caught up in the drug delivery business that Diego got out of. But with financial pressures, a reluctance to have any contact with his estranged father and an influencer (Nel Kaczmarek) who treats him like a side piece, he’s got to help Flour drop some “sacks” with this Aderall-jagged Slovak who makes threatening “jokes,” accuses him of being a “snitch” and is hellbent on making them hear HIS idea of good rap music before they go.

With shows coming up, the boyfriend of influencer Mika getting suspicious and bills piling up, Diego takes a chance at dabbling in “the old life” and everything blows up in his face.

He lurches from “It’s my instinct, it’s what I do” cockiness to endless explanations to mob bosses and dealers, at least some of whom warn him about what he’s risking.

“This is the worst moment to make a Papa Smurf speech!” he flips out, in Polish with subtitles, or dubbed.

The speed of the second half of the film brushes by double and triple crosses, the film’s unwillingness to see Flour as the “f–k-p” who causes a lot of the problems and the “only chance” this or that mobster gives Diego, which turns into multiple chances, beat-downs and other violence.

Musialowksi has a gym-rat rapper’s walk, muscular belligerence that he drags into every overmatched meeting.

And filming much of the heightening action with hand-held cameras — a “police” raid,” a near riot at the show, etc. — was the right choice, keeping the energy level up.

But “Freestyle” is so sloppily, melodramatically-plotted that it can’t stand up to even cursory scrutiny. Like a coke-fueled bender, it’s a whole lot of urgency, energy and anger that don’t add up to a damned thing when one sobers up.

Rating: TV-MA, graphic violence, drug abuse, ex, nudity

Cast: Maciej Musialowski, Nel Kaczmarek, Filip Lipiecki, Michal Sikorski, Hanna Nobis and Anna Bielowska

Credits: Directed by Maciej Bochniak, scripted by Maciej Bochniak and Slawomir Shuty. A Netflix release.

Running time: 1:29