——Jimmy —Jimmy)
I think I need to just do my own thing. —Jimmy
(I want to get out of my own way. —Jimmy)
Eight Mile Road is the dividing line between Detroit city and suburbs, that is, the white and black neighborhoods boundaries. A young man living on Eight Mile Road has the deepest love for the city's most dazzling blue-collar hip-hop music. Jimmy, he has a great talent for music creation, and he always has insightful lyrics in his head, placed in the fast tempo of the improvisation, and when he sings it, he always wins the applause.
However, in the first choke contest, Jimmy's performance ended in silence. Because someone put his origin in the lyrics, his skin color in the lyrics, and his "delusion" of a white man about black music in the lyrics. He dropped the microphone and walked away.
Eight Mile Road, a reality he wanted to escape. The dilapidated tin house, the mother who is being chased by the landlord year after year for rent and has no normal and stable income, has to go to the toy field where the unemployed grandpa and grandma go to work and do manual labor. With a meager income, I drive a car that breaks down anytime, anywhere, and I don't know how many hands I have turned. Poverty and near-displacement living conditions made this white-skinned young man unable to lift his head in the black class, who was scorned. I can always think of the helplessness and fear in Jimmy's pupils when he held the microphone and faced the roaring audience under the stage. The strong rhythm flowed past, like a surging black frenzy, burying him one by one. His music, buried together, as well as his courage and self-confidence. In the tumultuous darkness, he looked so pale.
The sociopathic discrimination surrounding him is not insurmountable. This kind of discrimination stems from the inferiority complex that is accompanied by conceit in the human nature of the black people who are also in the lower ranks of society. Due to years of suppression, great destructiveness has erupted. However, this destructiveness is powerless and pointless. . They can't make this inferiority under the strong control and rise to a real force that can win wealth, honor and even dignity for themselves, or even make it a weapon that respects and protects their own race. This kind of general destruction will happen between people of the same race, and even we as spectators cannot even feel the relief of having the least muzzles of guns aimed at one enemy. Poverty is actually what Jimmy and those who discriminate against him have in common, but the film separates them completely with the wealth brought about by spiritual attachment to dreams. This is also the driving force for Jimmy to break through the double darkness inside and outside.
One dark morning, Jimmy curled up wearily in the car seat and asked the people around him ironically: How long should I hold on before I give up my dream and return to the real world. Perhaps, people should have a little persistence. He can't let go of his obsession with rap music, which is also the deepest persistence and unwillingness to life in his heart. Not for wealth, not for dignity, just to make my life more like life, so as not to become numb.
When his sister with clear eyes, whom he has always loved, asked him to sing to lull her to sleep, when the girl he liked so much pursued her dreams without hesitation, before the flames destroyed corruption and sin, she told him how high she was When singing arrogant admiration, when friends who are always presumptuous and mad and unscrupulous push him to rap, when opportunities always fall into his hands intentionally or unintentionally, although many good things end up unfortunate. Lost, but Jimmy's dream has been built high. Don't just host the choking contest, don't just let a lot of black youth in Detroit know him and chase him, don't just win the guy who dug up his pain. What Jimmy wanted was to be able to continue writing his own music, to sing his music to angry and numb people, to walk eight miles and out of Detroit like a rap senior, to break out of his own destiny and socially imposed. give him darkness. When he said, "I want to go out of my own way", the moment he turned around and left, I don't know if it was because of the intoxicating neon or the faint morning light, there was a faint light on his back, and he disappeared into the darkness with him. . There was a kind of leisure and relief in the back that was walking away.
"Eight Mile" shows us the power of dreams, it keeps Jimmy from walking alone in the dark and never find a way out, it keeps Jimmy from being numb to old age because of the burden of the past, it keeps Jimmy from Lost in a frenzy of laughter, it preserves Jimmy's courage, sensitivity and tenacity. When we stared at the young man on the cover of the disc who was almost swallowed by the darkness, but still focused on chanting the lyrics he wrote in his palm, the bright yellow "8 Mile" seemed to fall into his arms but in his drooping Not the slightest trace left in his eyes. At that moment, there was a very calm moving across my chest, rushing out of the darkness for a soul holding on to a dream.
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