Watched 8 Mile last night. As a result I dreamt I was driving around Lincoln (on a grocery run in fact, who the heck dreams about going on a grocery run anyway?) and kept seeing isolated black guys along the way, getting down to their own inner beats. All of them were wearing bright red shoes.
This wasn't exactly the content of the movie so I'd say my subconscious lost a little bit in the translation. Anyway, the movie was alright...it was the bonus footage that really got to me. The director was as white and unhip as they come, a skinny salt-and-pepper haired guy who kept using his biggest SAT vocabulary words to describe the beat battles. It was painful, so painful, to watch.
Posted by Alan at April 2, 2003 07:21 PM