{"id":139,"date":"2003-07-18T13:36:52","date_gmt":"2003-07-18T17:36:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/?p=139"},"modified":"2003-07-18T13:36:52","modified_gmt":"2003-07-18T17:36:52","slug":"8-mile","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/?p=139","title":{"rendered":"8 Mile"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Well, I finally saw <a href=\"http:\/\/www.8-mile.com\/\"><em>8 Mile<\/em><\/a>. I have to admit that it&#8217;s pretty good. Eminem&#8217;s low-key charismatic screen presence, and the gritty camerawork showing Detroit, make up for the hokeyness and predictability of the plot. Still, it&#8217;s a film that raises more questions than it answers&#8230;<br \/>\n<!--more--><br \/>\nThe question of race is dealt with about as well as it could be (which is, however, not very well) given that this is a film about a white guy appropriating, and claiming mastery of ,what remains a largely black endeavor. As many critics have observed, class trumps race in the film&#8217;s resolution: Eminem wins the culminating rap battle by affirming his &#8220;white trash&#8221; status (i.e. he is not claiming to be black), and dissing his black opponent for having gone to Cranwood (a private school, as he says, and indeed a snooty art school at that, as Detroiters would know). In this way, Eminem&#8217;s &#8220;wigger&#8221; status is confirmed and disavowed at the same time. Can we demand more from Eminem than his conscious acknowledgment  that race is still a big problem in America, something that has not (as pious white commentators always try to claim) gone away, and that he remains complicit as a beneficiary of white privilege, no matter what? I&#8217;m really not sure. <\/p>\n<p>In any case, Eminem&#8217;s use of his class background in order to gain acceptance in a world  (hip hop) defined predominantly by race raises a lot of questions, especially in terms of his relationship to his audience. Do young black people (who supposedly went to this movie in great numbers) accept class as a kind of surrogate for race, in the sense that &#8216;Eminem&#8217;s OK because he admits he&#8217;s white and doesn&#8217;t falsely claim he is black, while at the same time his up-from-slavery background in effect makes him acceptably black&#8217;? This scenario is disturbing, because it rests on the assumption that black = stereotypes of poverty &#038; deprivation, and the codes of conduct associated therewith. <\/p>\n<p>The popularity of Eminem among white youth, including affluent white youth, raises even more questions, though. What am I to make of my teenaged cousins, the children of two PhDs, telling me that Eminem is &#8220;cool&#8221;? What am I to make of the many white students of mine, who loved <em>8 Mile<\/em>, they told me, because the film proves that Eminem is &#8220;authentic.&#8221; There&#8217;s almost too much for me to unpack here: first, the assumption that a movie (which, like any work of art, is an artificial construction <em>by definition<\/em>) could somehow provide proof of any sort of &#8220;authenticity,&#8221; second, the white kids&#8217; overwhelming sense that coolness = blackness, combined with their eagerness to get this equation embodied in somebody who has the additional quality of not actually being black; third,  that well-to-do white kids identify &#8220;authenticity&#8221; with poverty and deprivation&#8211;they enjoy, without even thinking about it, all the privileges of their middle class upbringings, and at the same time identify with the &#8220;realness&#8221; of someone who has been deprived of those privileges. <\/p>\n<p>Of course, these are problems that exist in relation to Eminem&#8217;s music, as well as his movie; and indeed, that exist in relation to hip hop culture in general, in a world where white suburban kids idolize images of black urban despair. But these problems are exacerbated in <em>8 Mile<\/em>, precisely because the film calculatedly sacrifices much of Eminem&#8217;s irony and hard edge, in order to give him more mainstream acceptance. Thus, we get scenes like the one where he stands up for a gay co-worker (though, of course, he does this linguistically by telling the gay-baiter, &#8220;he&#8217;s gay, but you&#8217;re a faggot&#8221;). In this way, the film constructs a myth of &#8220;authenticity&#8221; for Eminem at the price of toning down the sarcasm, aggression, and multiply ironic stance that made him such a compelling figure in the first place. Of course, the channeling of male adolescent aggression into verbal battles is a big part of what makes Eminem into the artist he is in the first place. But it&#8217;s strange to see this recapitulated in a movie sufficiently heartwarming that Mrs. Cheney would find nothing in it to be offended by; and even stranger that this dilution apparently only adds to the force of the film&#8217;s myth of authenticity, at least for a good part of its target audience. <\/p>\n<p>In short: given that Eminem&#8217;s aesthetic power comes from his ironic self-construction, and given that his core teenaged and post-teenaged audience takes it for granted (without even having to think about it) that everything in the world is a media construction, why does <em>8 Mile<\/em>&#8216;s mythical denial of such constructedness have such great credibility with that audience?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Well, I finally saw <a href=\"http:\/\/www.8-mile.com\/\"><em>8 Mile<\/em><\/a>. I have to admit that it&#8217;s pretty good. Eminem&#8217;s low-key charismatic screen presence, and the gritty camerawork showing Detroit, make up for the hokeyness and predictability of the plot. Still, it&#8217;s a film that raises more questions than it answers&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[3,2],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-139","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-film","category-music"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=139"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/139\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=139"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=139"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.shaviro.com\/Blog\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=139"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}