How can I begin to express how horrible this was?

Rating: Null/10 (5 February 2003)

For starters, the suspension of disbelief that was asked of me was a burden I could not bear. Like Sisyphus and the ever falling boulder, I watched this film with each passing minute bringing a new dose of the unlikely. For example, how realistic is it that this hot babe just happens to keep showing up at the *same exact* parts of Detroit as Eminem? And are we really to believe that *anybody's* mother ever complained to them about... well, you know. And how convenient that Eminem loses his stage fright right at the end of the film. The moral decline of America is perfectly documented in this flick. I don't know why I watched the whole thing, other than the hope that the final rapping scene would redeem the horror that was the other 98% of the film. It didn't. If you are consider spending over an hour of your life on something that will pay no dividends at all, I suggest Ishtar.