![]() ![]() Dog, he don’t know shit about birthdays or Christmas or Easter Bunny, none of that shit.” What the fuck are you talking about? Is this how pimps talk? Are they all this philosophical to the point of being completely nonsensical? Anyway, it turns out he’s been talking to one of his hoes, Nola, the whole time (it makes complete sense now!) and a john (ugh) conveniently pulls up beside them as he wraps up his lecture on interspecies relations. “Man,” he says, “he got himself a sense of history…religion. The story cold-opens with a man, DJay, (Terrance Howard) sitting in his car, monologuing in barely-intelligible phrases about men and dogs. It’s the story of a pimp who becomes a rapper! It’s the American dream! It’s also, as it turns out, an incredibly misogynist, poorly-written/acted view of the life of a down-on-his-luck asshole. #WHO SINGS WHOOP THAT TRICK MOVIE#This movie was made for people like me – people who felt that rap was incredibly underrated and under-appreciated. So when “Hustle & Flow” came out, I basically sobbed like a child* with excitement. “Surely everyone will think I’m cool,” I thought to myself, “since I know the words to almost every song that plays on rotation on The Beat.” For a time, I even read The Source cover-to-cover, nodding and looking pensive. I thought of myself as a rap connoisseur, as my Xanga page would suggest. I thought it made me look like a fucking badass, sitting there. I sat in study hall, or Spanish, or any other class really, with my headphones on, listening – almost angrily – to Da Backwudz and UGK and genuinely enjoyed it. I loved it, like many teenage white suburban boys did. When I was a freshman/sophomore in high school, I couldn’t get enough rap.
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