January 13, 2006

8 mile

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8 mile came out in 2002. I remember how the reviews gushed about the movie and Eminem. Many times I stopped by the DVD version at Blockbuster, picked up then put it down, unable to make up my mind whether to satisfy my curiosity about the movie.

For I am never into rap music. And the world of rappers seems totally foreign to me. For the very few times I ever listened to rap, I found that the lyrics has too many slang and are too fast rendered. I could not stand the way that F-words are spilled all over the song like some sort of fashion statements.

But besides the rave reviews from movie critics (often the biggest factor that drives me to see a movie), the movie poster of 8 mile also grabbed me. I find the mysterious sullen man almost engulfed in black irresistible, yet at the same time, it filled me with dread and uneasiness, like Eminem himself. I have read too much about him not to see a movie where he essentially played himself with great success.

So I finally saw the movie in DVD.

The mixed feeling remained with me. I like the Eminem in the movie, like his intensity, the raw gritty low-key authenticity about him. Like the way his genius flared up as his eyes stopped wondering then rhythms started flowing like river without end. But the movie is not a upbeat, rags-to-rich glamorous story, the world, the lives it depicts is depressing. Watching scenes after scenes of how down-and-poor Eminem navigated the world of down-and-poor blacks with his down-and-poor black friends, joking about / having sex, swaying guns, fight, fight... is not at all inspiring. The depiction is totally realistic, but staying in a world like this for too long makes me sick.

The title song is a treat. Quote below here.

"Lose Yourself"

Look, if you had one shot, or one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted-One moment
Would you capture it or just let it slip?


You better lose yourself in the music, the moment
You own it, you better never let it go
You only get one shot, do not miss your chance to blow
This opportunity comes once in a lifetime yo

The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping
This world is mine for the taking
Make me king, as we move toward a, new world order
A normal life is borin, but superstardom's close to post mortem
It only grows harder, only grows hotter
He blows us all over these hoes is all on him
Coast to coast shows, he's know as the globetrotter
Lonely roads, God only knows
He's grown farther from home, he's no father
He goes home and barely knows his own daughter
But hold your nose cuz here goes the cold water
His hoes don't want him no mo, he's cold product
They moved on to the next schmoe who flows
He nose dove and sold nada
So the soap opera is told and unfolds
I suppose it's old partna', but the beat goes on
Da da dum da dum da da

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