What we get here is a semi-biography of someone considered trailer park trash. We see one of the ugliest sections in one of the ugliest cities in the world. There isn't even a tinge of glory or brightness to be seen in this movie. The backdrop is anarchy, and the only time it is organized is during the rap battles. The rap battles are the only time when there is truth told, as trite or vulgar as it may be. The battles are what everything leads up to and the battles lead up to everything. This is how you relieve your angst, if you're lucky enough to live and tell your story. It's a cruel world, and Eminem's story shows us the injustice we all bathe in every day. He needs to work hard just to survive. He has almost nothing to look forward to at home, except for his little sister. His mother seems to whore herself for whatever she can get. Yet he drives on because there is nothing else to do. I didn't have high expectations going into this movie, but I sure left it a lot more enlightened. Rap is an art form. Just watch the movie and tell me I'm wrong. Like rock decades ago, rap represents the underdog. It is the only tool that is available to the underprivileged, to the forgotten ghetto youth. This movie is not about Eminem whining his way to the bank. Far from it. This is a story of a musical revolution;the rise of an art form.
|9/10||tedkouretas@ - 52 reviews|
17.8.2003 - age: 26-35
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