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I
must beg to differ with Mick Hall - Eight Mile is
not worth even the cellophane it is printed on. Calling
Mr Mathers singing "adolescent bleating"
is, in my opinion, very generous. Mr Mathers would
like all to believe that he grew poor, deprived, hopeless
in the cesspool that is the big city. Far from that,
Mr Mathers is a suburban thug wannabe, a poser of
the worst sort. Those of us who did grow up in Detroit
and did see the urban decay, the trauma of the 1967
riots and the racial polarization that blossomed in
their aftermath, the slow lingering death of a once
great city, must be greatly offended by Mr Mathers'
pretensions. He cares no more for the average working
man than do our hidebound bureaucrats in Washington.
It is only window dressing, a convenient vehicle to
rake more money into his coffers.
We
must remember that this is the same Marshall Mathers
that brutally assaulted a man outside of a suburban
nightclub, simply because the man looked at his wife.
This is the same Marshall Mathers who has written
denigrating, vulgar, infantile lyrics about both his
mother and his wife. Mr Mathers had only one objective
in mind in being involved in "Eight Mile"
- profit. Ask him when he was last in Detroit, and
what he was doing there. Ask him if he would lend
his alleged talents to assist Detroit in trying to
bring about a rebirth, a return to its former glory.
I expect his response would be unprintable, a torrent
of "ghetto-speak", an intent to represent
himself and one of the unfortunate, the downtrodden,
the helpless. Meanwhile, ask him for his latest bank
statement, or better yet, ask why he does live in
the city he apparently so idolises.
No,
sir - Eight Mile is NOT worth the trip.
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