8 Mile 4K 2002 Ultra HD 2160p

Detroit, 1995. A brilliant and promising policy of industrial development in the city fails and leads to chaos and confusion, resulting in one of the most serious conflicts in American history between whites and people of color. People who lived peacefully side by side find themselves on opposite sides of the barricades. The 8 Mile Highway, separating Detroit from the suburbs, becomes the dividing line between blacks and whites. What's happening in the city is reflected in the music. In the poor suburban neighborhoods, where survival is the main goal, hip-hop becomes an emotional outlet for many residents, a means of escaping the harsh everyday reality. The film is based in part on events in the life of popular American singer Eminem. Young rapper Jimmy Smith, Jr. who lives on the "8 Mile" street that separates the poor and rich neighborhoods of Detroit, periodically participates in rap competitions. After breaking up with his girlfriend, he returns to his mother, who keeps fighting with her next suitor. Jimmy is forced to go to work in a steel mill to save money and rent an apartment. There he meets a girl, Alex, who believes in the rapper's talent. An African-American acquaintance of his offers to do a trial recording at a recording studio, but the attempt is thwarted when Jimmy catches him with Alex. Still, Smith Jr. beats all his opponents in rap competitions by a clear margin, and this makes him optimistic about his future.

8 Mile 4K Review
What does it cost us to get into her problems, laid out, of course, with Hollywood straightforwardness? Let's go and pay and advise all of us, so that we don't feel so bad about losing our own money. We'll sing about how we've been dragged. Oh, how we've been dragged...

Why's that? Because as soon as Eminem got busted for robbery he improvised from behind bars that he'd get his memoirs adapted, which he hadn't even started to write, but the newspapers raved about it? Or how did they dazzle when the Oscar-winning Curtis Hanson was suddenly seduced by the unkillable Lermontov memoirs of 27 years old? Or because what a stroke of genius on Hanson's part was to offer the role of protagonist in the movie to the main character himself? Imagine the lengths he went to to get Eminem to take it. Awesome. The heavy Oscar-winning artillery from his L.A. Secrets (Kim Basinger), the light artillery in the hypersexual guise of Brittany Murphy (The Newlyweds). If the newspapers had known in advance that this very Murphy would be given to Eminem to fuck right on camera, and with his oil pants pressed against the metal cutting machine, it would not have been the film's grosses, but the crazy money.
Too early to shush, though, not all advertising is as it seems. In "8 Mile" is really not ashamed of the correct, for example, dubbing: only the dialogues are translated, the songs come with subtitles. It's also not ashamed of the translation: "don't sweat," "kolbasa," etc. are now spoken in Russian in the same age as they are in American. Hip-hop fans enjoy "marathons" in the original. Adults don't mind a sexually addicted mom, let it just be the same thing Robin Wright Penn did in "White Oleander." In general, "Mile 8" doesn't offend the ear or the eye with some total crap. Except that what's there to drag about if there are no blacks in Russia?

Clearly, America has finally, 35 years after Martin Luther King, seen a lot of bad black people on the screen for the first time. For her, sincere joy is acceptable in this case. And where there are blacks, there is poverty, hard labor, squabbling, fighting, filth. That's the hard truth of life. But what difference does it make to us what color they are, if the plot of "8 Mile" is like "The Woman Who Sings", only instead of the big redheaded Pugacheva - a little white rapper? The setting of this case is also like some "Height" or "Working Settlement", only instead of barracks - trailers, and instead of their own two - a rusty "Dodge" with a coughing engine. Yeah, our "The Burglar" and "The Needle" were somehow cooler in the last generation. They weren't masterpieces either, but at least they had some variety, and clearly articulated.
Eminem didn't bother to come up with anything but a coherently detailed account of his utterly stereotypical youth. Not a single violation of chronology with iconography, let alone a sense of rhythm. The white freak from the factory is used to being a poor genius in his own hangout, in someone else's hangout he immediately stiffened, but he traveled to the factory, took the bus, and in someone else's hangout he also hung out like a genius. The bad ones all smoke. Mom smokes, girl smokes, sis rests. Genius loved sis. Does Eminem think that if he became a star he'll impress everyone that he didn't fall from the sky and was born without a halo? But the same creeping chronology of "Mile 8" disavows rap, which is supposed to have an innate sense of rhythm. If this is all the work of a major white rapper who defeated black people, where is the fashion? On what? The movie lasts even one and a half times as long as "The Woman Who Sings."

I wish we could make a musical out of it... Let them only swear at each other on stage, improvising with the rhythm box, and let their vocabulary be as limited as their grammar and intonation. All the tension would have arisen if Eminem had sung that stereotypical youthful duet with his buddies (Al Zed, Papa Doc) during the course of another musical marathon. Instead of silly straightforward hit on his partner with questionable rhymes, there would have been content, meat, something to rimph on besides "Tupac."

Detroit very much could have been a kind of anti-"Chicago." Alas, a faint hint of a musical is also built into the chronic stupidity, not the other way around. Whoever gets a kick out of it has nowhere to put their money. A millionaire, though.