forever angry forever young (this is not a movie review)

Wayne 2022-04-19 09:01:31

This is really not a movie review, it may be more about my thoughts and my entanglement with hiphop (laughs)

Be sure to start with the movie. Personally, it can be said that there has been no hip-hop movie that exceeds 8 miles. I have been exposed to rap at a relatively young age, but to be honest, I don’t know much about the origins of hiphop culture. After all, it is difficult to experience the different national conditions. 8 Miles is Eminem's semi-autobiographical film, it's very real, and suddenly I understand the core of hip-hop culture. btw, a lot of battles in this movie are really high level! Not to mention the content structure of the film, it is really difficult to surpass the music alone...

The basic elements of the film: a decaying detroit, a life without hope, a bad family, a dead city and a group of angry young people. But fortunately, in this city that can no longer be revived, there are still a group of young people who remain angry and hopeful. They were freestyle when they repaired the broken car that their mother gave them, cheered happily when they burned down the luxurious but old house, and made a big deal to bring 313 to the world. They used rap to let the world see their cities and streets.

In the end, the battle between rabbit and papa doc was quite shocking to me. It wasn't that he exposed a bunch of bad things, but that he diss doc had a happy family and was well educated. The audience was whistling and the doc was speechless. Suddenly I understand what the essence of rap is. It is an angry expression of dissatisfaction with a bunch of broken things in life, a clamor for society and the status quo, and it is keep it real rather than nonsense.

This also made me think about what hiphop is today... Of course, old school must be old (what am I talking about...) I thought of a few brothers in the film and heard the radio saying that west coast and east coast are What, then don't care... Who would have thought that it is almost the world of the West Coast now... (spiritual East Coast people cry)

The trend of history has inevitably moved towards fully-charged autotunes, no-content traps represented by triplets (if it offends them), and the most boring repeat hooks and mumble raps. But in fact, I also listened to the top... I still miss the era when it was all hardcore. Now it's really rare to write lyrics with heart and lungs, and write some rap with real content... A few like NF jcole macdonald are not bad...

But in fact, as long as the spirit and core of culture are there, the form will always change, and there are many excellent rappers of different styles today. But I have to say, the whole thing is too chaotic and superficial, like 69 doing a snitch (it sounds quite nerve-racking), that 21savage created a real gangster character every day a few years ago, and the whole British nationality turned out to be a game Gentleman rap, not offense? Keep real is the most important thing, I personally think so.

Let's go back to the film itself. What I like most is the ending, which raises the whole film's conception to a higher level... After b rabbit won the championship, he still chose to go to the car factory to work the night shift without looking back. Before calling back instantly, his friend was shouting for money, fame and fortune and many women. At that time, the rabbits just said that they were just dreaming but nothing had changed. They still had to live in their parents' house and drive their mother's car.

The moment lose yourself sounded, it suddenly ignited, I believe this is the real experience of Mu before he became famous. Life always has to go on, making good money can support the music dream. There is a substantial difference between hustle everyday and fantasy (laughs)

Going back to why I started to hear about singing when I was 14 years old, how could I understand beat and flow, and what kind of technique and style—in fact, I didn’t understand English very well. Of course it's really cool, and it's really exciting, but in the end I like the real things in the words, although I've never set foot on American soil (and I haven't yet), but I will be strongly motivated, eg. The common phrase from bottom to the top, probably means this.

For the first time, I know that music can write these things, those ups and downs of life with blood and tears, or ordinary life - and those who are only pretentious (ok, obviously I was born in harcore, and now rap More than half of them are all the latter!) Ah, it turns out that human emotions are always the same! If music is the most important part of my life, then rap definitely has a profound impact on my life. I said it before, like opening a door to another world for me (a strange metaphor)

As an obedient junior high school student, I have always been rebellious in my heart (really), ah, I suddenly discovered that life can have countless choices, can be deviant, can break all rules and regulations. I can do it myself too. (Yes, I also don't understand why the first time I had this profound experience in life was brought to me by rap...)

This may be the reason why I can now be compatible and accepted, and understand every kind of life and the world from a variety of perspectives.

Wish I could always be passionate and always angry. Do everything you want while you're still young.

End with a response to lose yourself. If I just had one shot to seize everythin i wanted, i would capture and NEVER let it slip.

Peace?

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8 Mile quotes

  • Lyckety-Splyt: Listen up now! Leaders in the Free World in the motherfucking house. Me and Papa Doc will battle any motherfuckers here.

    Future: Fuck the Free World.

    Cheddar Bob: Yeah! Fuck the Free World!

    Lyckety-Splyt: Fuck the Free World? You 313 bitches is wack. Ayo, fat ass! Yeah, I'm talking about your man Sol. I better kick you in your chest and porkchops fall out your asshole. You cats is pussy, soft like wet flowers. Leaders of the Free World here to smash on you cowards. Look at Future.

    Future: Look, don't even start, nigga.

    Papa Doc: What you gonna do about it, faggot?

    Future: Who are you calling a faggot?

    Papa Doc: Don't play yourself, bitch.

    Lyckety-Splyt: Hold up! Yo, Elvis. You don't wanna step to this. You need to take that white rap shit of yours back across 8 Mile. Caught your choke act at the shelter last night.

    [Lyckety-Splyt started imitating a cough, Jimmy makes him fall in the car Hood, then a fight begins]

  • Female Lunch Truck Rapper: [Rapping] Man, I'm so sick and tired of fucking with this steel. They only give us thirty minutes to eat lunch and chill. My body achin', just to get a buck. I'm sick of eating this shit off this fucking lunch truck. Nasty ass food, I'm in a nasty ass mood. I should've called in sick. Shit, I had something to do.

    Male Lunch Truck Rapper: [Rapping] I can't believe I'm hearing all this ravin' and rantin', from Vanessa, up in here at the New Detroit stampin. You need to get your food and take your ass back to work. Your dreamin' if you think them corny ass raps will work. Look at ya'll out here, freezin' like dumb fucks, rappin' away for food off this raggedy lunch truck. Who want what? Who pumped up to get rolled up? I spit venom in every direction, soak some up. Look at this fatass nigga. Sloppy sucker. You an ugly motherfucker. Your pop should've wore a rubber. Stop rhymin', keep your day job, Vanessa. Next time leave that bullshit home on the dresser. Speaking of dresses, take a look at Paul the fruitcake! When you travel you probably pack panties in your suitcase. Made out of lace from Victoria's secret. If ten men came in a cup, you'd probably drink it.

    B. Rabbit: [Rapping] Okay folks, enough with the gay jokes. Especially from a gay broke bitch yourself, hey lo? This guys' a doo doo. You've worked here longer then me, and I get paid more then you do. Dawg, take a seat. What's this guy standing in line for? He ain't got money to eat! Check this out. Yo yo, this guy cashed his whole paycheck, and bought one ho ho. Fucking homo. Little maggot. You can't hack it. Paul's gay, you're a faggot. At least he admits it. Don't even risk it. This guys' starvin' to death. Someone get him a biscuit! I don't know what they told you, Mike. You must had them cornrows rolled too tight. This job, you wanna quit, but you can't. You've worked at this plant so long, you're a plant. Look at your goddamn boots. For Christ's sakes, they're starting to grow roots! On this mic you get faded. You look like a pissed off rapper who never made it. Hey, why you fucking with the gay guy, G? When really you're the one who's got the HIV. Man, I'm done with this clown. It's off. Fuck it, I'll let home girl finish you off.