Basinger shines as the neglectful mom who bitches to Rabbit about her boyfriend (“He won’t go down on me”) and pegs her son as a born loser. Confidential, Wonder Boys) excels with actors. Murphy plays Alex with hot desperation and calloused vulnerability. Their quickie unprotected sex at the auto plant (she takes his hat off, otherwise they stay dressed) defines steamy. So does Alex (Brittany Murphy), the wanna-be model who itches to get close to Rabbit. His friend Future (an avid Mekhi Phifer), who hosts the hip-hop battles, sees Rabbit’s potential. Stuck in a trailer park with his broke single mom and his adored kid sister, Lily (Chloe Greenfield), Rabbit takes a job at an auto plant so he can stop living in his dreams.p>ut the dream persists. Set in 1995, the film uses 8 Mile - the stretch of road that serves as Detroit’s social and racial dividing line - as a hurdle for Rabbit. Hanson succeeds brilliantly at creating a world around Eminem that teems with hip-hop energy and truth.inematographer Rodrigo Prieto (Amores Perros) lights Detroit like a scarred battlefield.
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In his first scene in his first movie, Eminem pukes his guts out.Ĩ Mile, sharply directed by Curtis Hanson from a script by Scott Silver (who’s a long way from the inanities of The Mod Squad), is a real movie, not a fast-buck package to exploit the fan base of a rap nonentity (hello, Vanilla Ice, goodbye). Like Eminem, who did the same, Rabbit is pissed off plenty: at his mom (Kim Basinger) for slutting around at his ex-girl (Taryn Manning) for pretending she’s pregnant at himself for choking in front of an audience. Jimmy, known as Rabbit, competes in freestyle verbal battles against black rappers at a local club. And he reads lines with an offbeat freshness that makes his talk and his rap sound interchangeable. His sulk - hooded eyes that suddenly spark with danger - has an intensity to rival James Dean’s. But Eminem holds the camera by natural right. It’s too soon to tell if he can really act. In 8 Mile, his film debut as aspiring rapper Jimmy Smith Jr., Eminem is on fire. And in this corner: the hordes who want the artist formerly known as Marshall Mathers to fall flat on his misogynistic, homophobic, race-baiting, mother-hating, gun-toting, tattoo-flaunting thirty-year-old ass. The Angry Rapper who must face the challenge that has KO’d many a contender before him: acting. The Detroit punk who can rhyme fourteen syllables a line.